Butterflies

by Zetta Roth-Yale   Apr 21, 2005


Butterflies when we meet
Cool chills when we touch
How could this ave happened
How could you pass my wall
Walls around my fragile heart
That crumble when you touch me
How could I ever let you go
You are my very brightest star
You make me weak
All you do is speak
When will you start to see me
Why can't you begin to love me
So for now I will stand aside
And be here when you need to cry.

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