Sep 2012
Tiny feet
millions of them
crawling over my nose
Sun shines
through the trees
I forget how the rest goes
Next time
my friend finds my nose
we'll both be grown butterflies,
I suppose
millions of them
crawling over my nose
Sun shines
through the trees
I forget how the rest goes
Next time
my friend finds my nose
we'll both be grown butterflies,
I suppose
