Butterflies
Tick tock, Tick Tock,
The Pen drops,
And Here comes my sigh,
The last sigh of wisdom,
My heavy heart tonight,
I'm Awake,
I'm Okay,
Got nothing to worry about,
Except the thoughts in my head,
The script I rehearse over and over again,
Butterflies,
This is what is mine,
Yet he makes it happen too,
All I wanna do is savor the pain,
Of wanting you,
Yet it will never happen,
And it won't stop,
So give me your knife,
And together we'll kill my Butterflies.
Copyright © Carina Emerine | Year Posted 2007
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