Rabble of butterflies, fluttering on. Bluish beauty, come to me. Touch me, Missed! Missed, my kiss. Play with me, sing my soft purr, Roll with blissful wind's gentle euouae.
It was early sunday morning The sun was shining blazingly in the sky As I saw you passing by You gave me butterflies, I won’t lie Your impeccable innate beauty and your courteous smile made me shy After a while, by chance We swapped a glance I could neither think nor blink But just wonder, how pretty you glimpsed in pink!
tired of hearing talk of butterflies are tired of their wings being the object of one’s affection and we are one to talk about the skin that dress souls like gar- ments that we peel off at the end of a long day we are raw and naked and who to see us if not just curtains & hollow bathtubs filled with aching spines that carry heavy souls and what’s the point if nobody asks to look inside anyway? tired of talk of skin and form there is so much more to see
I know im in love with you I know it because because I just do everything feels right when im with you I feel like... how can there be words to describe how much I love you I just know everything will be alright as long as we walk down the path together I just know nothing can break a magnetic bond we are like butterflies we have different wings but we both love the flowers in the gardens we never get tired of visiting the garden of flowers
