They're attractive to see
long, thin, sharp as nails
they grow slow like snails
its life is one long jubilee
Butterfly is not a meal
but when they flew in your stomach, it felt surreal
is something that you cannot steal
a hunger that is hard to fulfill
As when thorns and butterflies collide,
You wouldn't even know how to survive
Thorns will **** you for a while
The worst feeling that you cannot hide
Thorns will pierce you and the pain is mild
Butterflies will die, even if they go wild.
Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 9:35 PM UTC
They're attractive to see
long, thin, sharp as nails
they grow slow like snails
its life is one long jubilee
Butterfly is not a meal
but when they flew in your stomach, it felt surreal
is something that you cannot steal
a hunger that is hard to fulfill
As when thorns and butterflies collide,
You wouldn't even know how to survive
Thorns will **** you for a while
The worst feeling that you cannot hide
Thorns will pierce you and the pain is mild
Butterflies will die, even if they go wild.
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