I just like to write, it’s as simple as that.
Butterfly girl Butterfly girl in a butterfly graveyard, She attached her wings to me so I would carry her, We were never kids together, I think that’s why we died. Colors were my strength, You let me rage And I think that’s why we loved The way we did, I’ll still lay in this lake of blue and violet With you, As long as you’ll be okay when I let you fall. Broke souls Come through the window and pretend With me. Your bright blue eyes turning dark, Reminding me again and again How broken we’ve always been. The stairwells creek is a sound that Used to bring me adrenaline, The good kind. But not tonight. Seeing you in the dark I can’t help But cry. You’ve only wanted me in these Moments. The street lights seem dimmer, The radio you turn on plays a station I never listen to. This was for you Not me. In your head this was the perfect time, The perfect us.
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