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I yearn to frolic within the garden's charm, And dream of a butterfly on my arm, To venture with me into the wild, Its exquisite wings, a beauty so mild.  
BUGS IN HEAVEN? Will there be butterflies in heaven I should like to see them there With all their gorgeous colors
It took me a long time to realize that sometimes you have to completely fall apart to beome the best version of you, And that even though you try so hard to control it, there is only so much that you can do.
Yes Michal, I see your flutterby Flying low not up in the sky Fluttering by in a sea of green Darting quickly and rarely seen If it had landed on your tablecloth I would be able to see if it’s a moth!
I haven't caught you any butterflies          because the type you seek                        don't come for yellow rosesand carry heavy, ruby, cordate wings           I could never really desire.
butterflies flutter inside a grotesque mash of unnecessary fears arisng with a single murmur prepared to tear away all composure a psychological smoothie with a powerful punch
i know my story is to be told, but will i be the one to tell the tale, or will my shadow be the one to stand in the way?
With a flutter of its wings the butterfly has drawn me in, The drizzle of the nectar sweetens the pull of when, The beautiful creature has to speed its search,
stomach flutters out of fright out of nervousness out of might butterflies churning all around waiting to burst out making a rainbow across the sky as she says "yes" to the girl she loves
They started small at first, but now they are violent. Everytime i'm near him it makes me thirst Thirst for a love that won't become violet.   I love my butterflies they don't tell lies.
Because I love you, I have kept mt mouth shut and followed the butterflies.
Love is not "butterflies" in your stomach. Love is the feeling you get when you take the first sip of a hot beverage on a cold day. It is when you have the first bite of your favorite meal.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel had a lot of hair So thick, so dense No stylist would dare   She stayed in a tower In the middle of town Combing and spraying Detangling and braiding  
Today is the day I have a date today With a guy who just seems great He is just like me in countless ways We have the same order at Subway
Calm and graceful, Fluttering in the wind Their attraction to bright colors Of flowering plants Their life span so short, Yet their wisdom so great Beautifully inspiring                             
I have butterflies in my chest  I thought I could put them to rest  stop their flittering, fluttering panic.     a day ago  a week ago  a month ago  a year ago   forever ago  
Why is it that the common expression is    “Butterflies in the stomach”    When referring to a feeling of apprehension   Of both good and bad varieties?  
I've been told love is a summer breeze,
  Take Flight
Like a million little butterflies,  Like the cool spring wind,  Like the humming birds tiny wings, Like the sweet nectar oozing out of a strawberry, Like a cool, blue swimming pool on a hot summers day, 
Rain falls in the morning glory Smile, and colors ignite
The colorful flowers The tiny sprinkles of a morning shower. The good news on the news without any new fueds. The smiles on the other peoples faces, even with those nasty hurtful braces.
I find my smile in a round ball. I kick it and chase it throughout the halls. On game day my stomach churns but I know I will not fail. No one else is up to my scale. Scoring goals and winning games that is what makes my day a little less lame.
The Thump Thump of my heart of which I cannot surpress my emotions,
The thing that makes me happy, more than anything else, is the ship that never sinks, we call it friendship.   Though many things happen, Good and Bad, Friendship will always last,
   We give our butterflies careful monikers confusion for example but lets take these glittering beings for what they truly are. Fluttering infatuation love that can be may be
Nothing stems from thin air, everything as an orgin,
See the butterflies fly at dawn, Catch them all before they're gone.   Some fly in shadows, Some fly in light. Some fly with ease, And some fly with might.  
Calm and graceful, fluttering in the wind Their life span so short, yet their wisdom so great   Their attraction to bright colors, beautifully and socially inspiring
Did you know that the butterfly represents life.
From my stomach To my lungs and my throat. From my heart to my head 
You broke my heart when you sai goodbye You made me cutt and want to die You told me you love me and that you cared You even got me a cute teady bear I gave you my heart And you tore it apart
Jagged lines,     I prefer. But it's hard when    there was a curve.   Easy breezy      now distrought Don't pinpoint life;     it's not a dot.   It's not perfect.
Two little caterpillars sit on a stone Scurrying and hurrying into the unknown. They part separate ways and say their goodbyes, Venturing towards a lurking surprise. Eating their veggies with water to drink,
Favorite song is my saving grace Laptop that I purchased fails
Such a beautiful soul Flying free Soaring over mountains Limitless as can be   No one can bring her down
Such a beautiful soul Flying free Soaring over mountains Limitless as can be   No one can bring her down
I dream in black and whiteI bleed the color of your eyes All I can see is your lipsGently glazing over mine As the sun setI saw my rose petals in the flame
I need faith, for i am faithless, the demons in my dreams. the darkness in my heart, there is no light in my heart. what i don't understand,
I've decided that your butterflies 
Flirtation She smiles He jokes She brushes the hair away from her face Finding any excuse to make eye contact
Butterflies Fluttering in my stomach or Crocodiles Gnawing at my innards I don't know which But it's somewhere in between  
Graciously black Open winged butterfly Gliding through the sky Where do you go when you’re all alone? Is there a place you call home? You land here You land there Always on the go
Sweet as…        
A silky white one
College is very scary. Taking the ACT and the SAT can be a pain.
I am not a dishonest personfor I think not to seek a truthin the face of panicwhen an immediate thought springs forthunbiddenly welcomebut mistaken.
Butterfly my Butterfly Divine as my eyes Calm as my spirit
Techni- colored butterflies fly around my head like petals in the wind even though the flowers are dead.
Techni- colored butterflies fly around my head like petals in the wind even though the flowers are dead. 
Our World... Rapacity! Where Men usurp the youth. Men who manifest greed, lust, power Illimiuniting Freud's Id through actions Alas! The youth replicate their Teachers. Cloned as the Men
I capture butterflies and lock them tightly in a glass jar I watch them flutter about carefree encased in my heart And everytime the jar shakes, so does my stability
I capture butterflies and lock them tightly in a glass jar I watch them flutter about carefree encased in my heart And everytime the jar shakes, so does my stability
I write because I need the money. 
The Butterflies in her stomach emerged as sense- less words from her lips
The kindness in the smile of a little girl. Fearless and free...the world not yet clawing away her freedom to love, sees through eyes as clear as the sea with an embrace as warm as the sun.
The room is dark.   There’s nothing surprising about the void. The silence in my head. Or the drumming in my heart.  
We used to dance through the field like feral butterflies. Our wings grew and our cat feet lifted off the grass, wind blew us side to side and kissed our bare cheeks.
Five butterflies whirr around my head-- playing catch-me-if-you-can with each other's glowing, neon flutter. I'm elated to see these spectacular creatures in orbit around me,
I’ve been taking in ideas of what life should mean from nameless strangers I’ve never even met. I try to listen to what they have to say; I want to tuck it away into my soul and save it for you.
Butterflies don't only fly free, but in human beings, who are having emotions of uncertainty, they are not ordinary butterflies though, these are those fuzzy, warm butterflies you hear about those kids on the T.V.
Butterflies, Majestic and beautiful. Gliding on hills of air, Slowly descending towards you. You open your mouth, In awe Unaware of what is to come.
And I think I love your smile the most 'Cause it says all the things I didn't know And if you'd only smile some more I'd smile and know what I didn't before
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