WAITING for my BUTTERFLY
Memo - Transcend me if you can even though your love is now a demon in your head. I wish you could be free and not try so hard to finally say goodbye. But my hands are tied and I am left, shattered, remembering the end of you. How quickly and how far we walked happily in the valley before the dissolution. Now I sense you are falling, falling down and that may be the end of you.
Be quiet, look for deliverance, or it will be time to go home and you may lament for the little girl who is bound to the rules of fear and decorum. Will she come out to play, will there be a sunny day, bathed in light, I see only rain.
From "The Book That Dreams"
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WAITING for my BUTTERFLY
Memo - Transcend me if you can even though your love is now a demon in your head. I wish you could be free and not try so hard to finally say goodbye. But my hands are tied and I am left, shattered, remembering the end of you. How quickly and how far we walked happily in the valley before the dissolution. Now I sense you are falling, falling down and that may be the end of you.
Be quiet, look for deliverance, or it will be time to go home and you may lament for the little girl who is bound to the rules of fear and decorum. Will she come out to play, will there be a sunny day, bathed in light, I see only rain.
From "The Book That Dreams"
© G P F for All images and text, please do not use without my express permission.