If love was a dime a dozen
It would grow on trees.
Calling things are that wasn't
Is not reality.

It doesn't serve a useful purpose
To hold on to the wind,
Or to just accept the surface
When so much more's within.

It's time to be the bigger person,
Admit there's nothing there.
Everybody's only hurting'
If we pretend not to care.

The butterfly is really pretty,
Only if you let it fly.
No matter how smart or witty,
You won't catch it if you try.

It may take a bit more looking
But you still may not be pleased.
It's not some fish you may be hooking;
Plus love doesn't grow on trees!