Butterflies
This burning inside,
It is so alive, it feels like butterflies.
But I do not know why?
I felt as it something was taken’ from me
But then you left me.
I want to shriek!
The way he kisses her and lets me see.
I now know it will never be for you and me.
And the messed up part is you and I are still so close.
But I will never take that stretched out hand,
Because I know he will be her or me.
You will chose her over me, and I will be thrown away a 2nd time.
Is it sad that I hide what I see, or is it a defense for me?
So I ask all ladies, why we hide.
My answer to you is we hide to live.
And maybe one day, someday you and I can take that hand.
This hand and hold it forever.
So this burning inside that feels like butterflies,
Will have a meaning so true.
And we will know that was something, anything so true,
That it was meant to be.
It will be alive, and it feels like butterflies.