Episode 94: Paper Wings

Paper Wings

At first glance I thought
You were a butterfly
Elegant, shining
A beauty no one can deny
I thought you caught every eye
That you could steal every scene
That when any problem comes
You would spread your wings and leave

But pretty things get shaky
When the weather turns cold
And underneath the colors
Was a frightened little soul
You looked made for heaven
Like some bright artistic sign
But your wings were made of paper
And your storms all became mine

Now you circle every fire
Like you need the pain to breathe
Trading pieces of your spirit
For illusions and relief
And I hold the ash of who you were
While staring at the cloth
Because I did not love a butterfly
I fell in love with a moth

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