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. 

 

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