Through Wings of Pretty Butterfly
Through wings of pretty butterfly, I see
The world
The idol takes away my silly heart
She’s cold
I burn again and I cannot get off
Cruel sight
And I will give her any words of love,
My light.
I play too much, I want to say, oh no,
It’s true!
She runs away from courtships anyway
Anew.
Please give me night I do not want the sun
Is it dream?
Yes, I am walking and I am obsessed
I scream.
So maybe it is my deceit
Just mist
Somebody hides in everlasting fog –
The beast!
The beast who wants to show her strength
Of fire
That’s going to bring back to life
Desire!
Oh, silly heart I know you will be heart
With thoughts
I hear that someone’s making speech
Just words
They are like poison in my soul
No cure
I see there are no things in those
I can be sure.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2018
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