Butterflies
Butterfly on my face
Sure it's pretty,
but it's the sign of my disgrace...
Don't come and give your pitty.
Instead I prefer the death's embrace!
Butterflies in my stomach
Why am I so nervous?
Feelings piling into a stack,
isnt't it obvious?
I'm wainting for your comeback...
Butterflies in the air
They're so beautifull!
Efemerous, it's fair.
Live fast, short and full,
out of pure despair!
Butterfly on my coat
A gift, a present,
Given when I was going down a slope.
A reward for time spent,
and to remind me to have hope!
--To JR.
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Beijinho, queridão.
A tua, JR