Crazy butterflies inside
Knowing i get to see you
Check my face and hair
And then i remember
Walk in and say hello
Tv and your phone
Can't take
eyes off them for me.
A cotton ball of alchohol
Drops in my jar
Sleep well my butterflies
You don't need wings
Trample down in me
The life and feelings
Don't breathe too deep
Pinned to the wall
You still look pretty
Looks arent everything.
By Nina
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