A butterfly with a wing torn apart

Verse 1:

Butterflies of love, creations of spring,
Fluttering wings—silent confessions they bring.
With cautious fingers, I catch them in flight,
To let them go back feels so wrong, not right.

In my heart they’ve settled, in joy they do dance,
Filling my whole being with tenderness’ trance.
But one early morning, I’ll wake from the dream—
Empty. Silence. Just sorrow’s cold seam.

Chorus:

A butterfly with a wing torn apart,
Beating ‘gainst crystal, it breaks my heart.
Summer is fading away from the view—
With it, my moments of happiness too.

Verse 2:

Where are you, moths of my hopes that took flight?
Gone to the past like the day turns to night.
Just golden dust on my fingers remains,
A reminder of dreams that slipped from my gains.

I gaze at the flutter, the wings in the air,
My lips softly whisper a secret to share.
But suddenly chilling, it’s emptiness met,
The death of our love—so simple, yet wet.


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Verse 1:

Butterflies of love, creations of spring,
Silent confessions on delicate wing.
In my heart they settle, in joy they do dance,
But one morning I’ll wake, and there'll be no chance.

Chorus:

A butterfly with a wing torn apart,
Beating ‘gainst crystal, it tears at my heart.
Summer is fading, my happiness too—
Time slips away with the skies turning blue.

Verse 2:

Where are you, moths of my hopes in the night?
Gone to the past, lost out of sight.
Just golden dust on my fingers remains,
A reminder of love that slipped through my veins.