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Melancholy Butterfly
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Melancholy Butterfly |
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zaaclindsay Member
since 2009-08-12
Posts 111Ottawa Ontario |
She smiles and tells me she’s no good for me It’s probably just as well I look so deep into her eyes, but she’s already gone No wonder why her heart feels cold as hell She never gives a reason for the way she is But when I hold her close she hangs on so tight She swears she won’t need anyone to keep her safe and warm But she still calls my name in the middle of the night She’s my melancholy butterfly from an indigo cocoon Her lonely eyes have never cried the tears of innocence gone too soon O, melancholy butterfly can’t seem to find the wind Her sad disguise and silent cries frozen by winters moon She’ll never say she ever needed me The best that I can hope for is the pyre that burns ice blue and cuts my heart in two before she’ll say the words… the words she knows will set my soul on fire The changing seasons always bring the warm spring air and I still sit beneath these stars The chrysalis that held her soul is feeling like my heart But oh, those wings of gossamer how they shimmer in the light She’s my melancholy butterfly from an indigo cocoon Her lonely eyes have never cried the tears of innocence gone too soon O, melancholy butterfly silken wings in velvet flight The summer moon will wait for you to bathe you in its light __________________ |
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brneyedgrly Senior Member
since 2009-06-08
Posts 1125nowhere and everywhere |
wow! this is breathtaking like song lyrics  . flesh, blood, bone, love...twisted |
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