hey little butterfly..i want you to know
the beauty of you is all that is held
with every revision to let it all show
things that leave me utterly compelled
hey little butterfly..land on my head
settle in with the smoke i exhale
your days are hanging by a thread
wings that grow so frail
bye little butterfly..this is quite sad
hang my head low, wipe my eyes
when all that is good has gone bad
nothing to do but hide in disguise
oh little butterfly..i hardly knew ya
what were the colours i once knew so well
your many perfections and pointless flaws
with many questions i sit and dwell
wow little butterfly..you did a number on me
opened my eyes to what i have not seen
sitting alone on a cut down tree
determined alone to come out clean
rest by the garden you called your home
no more sunlight...no more hate
left to fly...left to roam
my little butterfly..you've made it great
the contours of your body
whittle away with absolute clarity
this misery is funny
with its honest sincerity
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