Me especially. And when my floorboards creak under the weight of late nights
I will be on the second deck looking down at the storm
Can't say when, but you'll find my hands shaking like bees' wings instead of like pollen in the wind
When I was six years old I cried when the butterflies wouldn't land on me in the garden.
But I've been waiting so patiently for them
They once burst out of me
And one day I will surprise myself
And join them.
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 4:06 PM UTC
Me especially. And when my floorboards creak under the weight of late nights
I will be on the second deck looking down at the storm
Can't say when, but you'll find my hands shaking like bees' wings instead of like pollen in the wind
When I was six years old I cried when the butterflies wouldn't land on me in the garden.
But I've been waiting so patiently for them
They once burst out of me
And one day I will surprise myself
And join them.
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