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Im still not really happy with this so ill keep editing. Lately i've tried giving cliche topics my own sort of spin. I did it with plucking daisies and it turned out really good.
Butterflies
I know that it has been so long
But I don't know what to do
The world says that I should let go
But I am torn in two
A fraction of what a man should be
These halves cannot stay strong
Part of me wants the butterflies
But they are dead and gone
Not within heaven or hell
But somewhere in between
They want to flutter and fly away
But were they just a dream?
Memories of feelings past
A year ago this spring
I have endured through many seasons
But still no velvet wings
It is funny because I look complete
But gaze into my eyes
Behind this sultry veil my love
There are no butterflies
Lost remains rest deep within
Subtle reminders of the past
I dream of us in better times
A wing flutters at last
Butterflies
I know that it has been so long
But I don't know what to do
The world says that I should let go
But I am torn in two
A fraction of what a man should be
These halves cannot stay strong
Part of me wants the butterflies
But they are dead and gone
Not within heaven or hell
But somewhere in between
They want to flutter and fly away
But were they just a dream?
Memories of feelings past
A year ago this spring
I have endured through many seasons
But still no velvet wings
It is funny because I look complete
But gaze into my eyes
Behind this sultry veil my love
There are no butterflies
Lost remains rest deep within
Subtle reminders of the past
I dream of us in better times
A wing flutters at last