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?!
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