My love is a ribbon inside of my heart...
and I'd share it with you, but you fear being bound, and tied down
and I fear it being torn apart...so I keep it inside, wrapped into a little bow.
My heart is a vase, blooming with so much emotion...
I'd show you every part of it, but you fear it spilling out
so I keep it bottled up inside of me, at least if it overflows...I'll be the only one to drown.
Little winged creatures reside in me,
little red butterflies, tickling and caressing my belly...
my organs are covered with their cocoons.
It's finally happened today... the butterflies are swarming in my stomach.
A low, buzzing, troublesome, but beautiful ache...
they're colliding into my insides, my love...
they're beginning to crack the vase.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
My love is a ribbon inside of my heart...
and I'd share it with you, but you fear being bound, and tied down
and I fear it being torn apart...so I keep it inside, wrapped into a little bow.
My heart is a vase, blooming with so much emotion...
I'd show you every part of it, but you fear it spilling out
so I keep it bottled up inside of me, at least if it overflows...I'll be the only one to drown.
Little winged creatures reside in me,
little red butterflies, tickling and caressing my belly...
my organs are covered with their cocoons.
It's finally happened today... the butterflies are swarming in my stomach.
A low, buzzing, troublesome, but beautiful ache...
they're colliding into my insides, my love...
they're beginning to crack the vase.
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