12.09.2009

Butterfly, with a Slight Fear.

Is there depth to despair
in those glances and stares?
Are you really prepared
to handle with care?
Too much distance to bear.
Butterflies,
with a slight fear.
Another nervous look in the mirror.

I think I know
how to work this,
but I'm a thousand emotions
that I can't name at the moment.
It starts and keeps growing,
through my veins,
pacing and moving.
Almost a bitter sweet;
instead of defeat,
I rose to my feet.


Lyrics by Fed.

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