Oct 2017
As the drizzle begins
The butterfly hides
Because paper
Cannot glide
When wet
Fall
When the clouds roll storms come
We put pain aside
Cold makes us numb
And pain dies
Forget
All
The butterfly hides
Because paper
Cannot glide
When wet
Fall
When the clouds roll storms come
We put pain aside
Cold makes us numb
And pain dies
Forget
All
Paper hearts will dry
Lighter hearts will fly
Lighter hearts will fly
