If i were a butterfly
and you, the boy with the net
would you catch me?
would you keep me as a pet?
in a jar made of glass?

Could you bear to let me fly
without weeping for the loss?
Could you restrain your urge 
To feel my wings beat against your fingers?

Or would you reach out
knowing the cost
and brush the powder from my wings
so that i could no longer fly away?

Would you keep me yours
and yours alone?
Keep me in the dark
lock me away like a precious stone?

And would you find my ghost
As beautiful with its broken body?   
           
Though i'm not built to last
and i'm not built to stay
Would you love me anyway?