Once
She held me tight
She held me close
Her face so bright,
So rose

Once
We joined our hands
Bathed in the light
Nothing could've stranded
Our delight

But her smile cracked
Like glass
Glowing teeth of lies
Chaotic words, emotionless
Angry flies

Then she kissed me goodbye
And by the end of spring
I began to die
Unseen

Now I sit in the dark
Wishing for her eyes,
To hear once more her words' spark:
Sweet, sweet butterflies