Beautifully Broken

Butterflies that would roar within The moist feeling upon my skin Hearts are waiting Always anticipating I hate this feeling of compression Must this always cause depression? Why the yes and why the no God, I wish I could know The one thing I could adore Is just way to hardcore What’s the use? All it does is cause excuse Does this sensation over come you Or are these lies just untrue Wield the power to forgive So that you may live Take your time to try What’s the use in being shy?