One wrong flower and you might lose yourself
That nectar can make your path wind and blur
Your beautiful pattern is an array of polka dots
Braille made to your own biography
My darling butterfly, please watch your wings
They tear so easily my love
You are already a patch-work,
Sewn back together after tearing yourself into pieces many times over
When will you love yourself as I do?
Caring for your wings, staying from poisonous petals
And soaring as far away from them as your wings will allow
My dear please remember your wings were made to flutter
And you to float in the sky
Do not spend all your time on flowers that only cause you to rip out your stitches
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
One wrong flower and you might lose yourself
That nectar can make your path wind and blur
Your beautiful pattern is an array of polka dots
Braille made to your own biography
My darling butterfly, please watch your wings
They tear so easily my love
You are already a patch-work,
Sewn back together after tearing yourself into pieces many times over
When will you love yourself as I do?
Caring for your wings, staying from poisonous petals
And soaring as far away from them as your wings will allow
My dear please remember your wings were made to flutter
And you to float in the sky
Do not spend all your time on flowers that only cause you to rip out your stitches
