Dried eyes cried again for the last time I promised. 

Displayed broken hearts. 

Beaten and bruised but it refuses to stop loving. 
Lonely dark roads you traveled for love. 

Blinded with sweet lust, sex and beautiful lies. 
Still again your eyes cried dried...your a fragile butterfly
that shines with unique colors but you don't see your beauty
because your hurting. 

Beautiful, beautiful butterfly spread your wings...with
broken spirits, and stolen dreams...i will spread my
wings....even with fading colors I shine bright.....aide
your heart to good health and build it stronger...because
this is the last time your eyes cried dry.
    	

 To. Latifah Smith