Too good to be true,
Butterfly blue,
Are you?
I watched you fly through,
From inside my own cocoon,
Not yet ready to bloom,
But I hope to see you soon.
Butterfly blue,
I’ve been dreaming of you,
A mystery to pursue,
Hardly met, yet I already knew.
She quickly saw through,
My thick, anxious cocoon,
Patiently waiting & encouraging my bloom,
Smiling at tomorrow, knowing I’ll see her soon.
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 12:44 AM UTC
Too good to be true,
Butterfly blue,
Are you?
I watched you fly through,
From inside my own cocoon,
Not yet ready to bloom,
But I hope to see you soon.
Butterfly blue,
I’ve been dreaming of you,
A mystery to pursue,
Hardly met, yet I already knew.
She quickly saw through,
My thick, anxious cocoon,
Patiently waiting & encouraging my bloom,
Smiling at tomorrow, knowing I’ll see her soon.
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