The fluttering of wings, trapped, circling, lost, panicky, Trapped in not my stomach but my head. Going round and round, round and round, round and round.
Inspired by Camila Cabello's - Bad Kind Of Butterflies (song)
Hush we’re not talking about it We have nothing to say No we have nothing to share now Nothing can help anyway We buried it deep you can’t find it And we won’t let anything slip I can’t even try to explain how But I’ll try to give you a tip Just walk away, what you don’t know Can’t hurt you or anyone here We smothered emotion completely So now there is nothing to fear.
A plea to Phi Gold hidden in plain sight Her lips don't lie as a primal force will rise Tangible symmetry of course where lessons in ratio apply All is in sync in my mind