Tears for a Butterfly
The day we met, I was changed.
I swore you wouldn't touch my heart
That I wouldn't cry; I knew you'd leave
Even then, I knew I was lying to me.
Your love is like a butterfly
Full, sweet and bright, flitting about
From place to place, flower to flower
Simple cruelty in sweet ignorance.
Why did you flit your way here?
How did you find a
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