âCollecting Butterfliesâ
I know that youâve noticed her dance in the sky
It must be for you, why else would it catch your eye
With all its delicate passes and intricate colors
It couldnât be designed for any of the others
Sheâs always been so beautiful,
So charming, kind, and dutiful,
Our little butterfly.
Never tell her whatâs on your mind - just light the gaslight
Youâll find that like a moth to the flame, sheâll soon alight
And the moment her feet make contact with the glass
Her every mystery is within your grasp
Sheâs always been so beautiful,
So charming, kind, and dutiful,
Our little butterfly.
Pin her down, bring the scalpel, see what you find
When you tear open the carapace of that vibrant mind
After all, lepidopterology is such a civil hobby
Whatâs a little dissection, between friends, over coffee
Sheâs always been so beautiful,
So charming, kind, and dutiful,
Our little butterfly.
And once every secret that was once hers is yours
Mount them on the wall like those who came before
Because every thought thatâs examined is safe
Categorized and alphabetized in its case
Sheâs always been so beautiful,
So charming, kind, and dutiful,
Our little butterfly
Written with @buildyoursound.