Butterfly, my love
Please don’t crush the flower you grow
If you’re in trouble
Just let me know
And if there are seeds
You long to plant
Just sow them in my garden, ant
And I know there are many interpretations
Of looking out for train stations 
Or dialing a lost line
Why are you so hard to define
When you’re empty in my hands
As we traverse foreign lands
Together but apart
Don’t you know 
You’re the king of my heart
And it was delicate once upon a time
But now I dress like you’re mine 
And our hands may be tied
But I’m still soaring you’re alive
That you simply exist
And there’s nothing that I’ve missed 
So call it whatever you want
You’re what I love to flaunt
When I’m tired and lonely as hell
Our story is the one to tell


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