Tiny Little Butterflies With Poison

dancing for me above in the sky charming with their beauty and grace showing how to fly through the infinitive space fluttering their wings so colourful and bright resembling the flowers in the morning sun pretending to be the stars at night flying again when the night is done giving me the sugar when I feel like sweets giving me the laughter when I'm feeling blue giving me the comfort when I am in need giving me the patience in waiting for you all I want to ask them is: Why the hell you tryna kill me?!