Words stuck in my lungs for months
Suddenly became butterflies escaping my mouth
And I didn't have to be afraid
Because you made sure to save them inside of your head
Every single one of them
You encouraged me to cut the flowers
Growing in my lungs, preventing me from breathing
Like weeds I unplucked them
And you made sure to save them
You dried them between the pages of your book
Took once or twice a look
But never ever dared to throw them away
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
Words stuck in my lungs for months
Suddenly became butterflies escaping my mouth
And I didn't have to be afraid
Because you made sure to save them inside of your head
Every single one of them
You encouraged me to cut the flowers
Growing in my lungs, preventing me from breathing
Like weeds I unplucked them
And you made sure to save them
You dried them between the pages of your book
Took once or twice a look
But never ever dared to throw them away
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