A butterfly’s tale

Every time we meet I want you that much more I feel as fragile as a butterfly And have little broken wings. With each unthinking piece of praise You make me want to stay, Not flee as I have often done My wings gain little hazardous holes As I fight the desire to turn around and crash land in your arms I’ll ask you to hold me Protect me Love me But not a soul must guess The feelings I’ve repressed, So I’ll keep flying away Until that one fateful day When my wings will fail And my courage, run dry And I tell you how I feel And wait for your response I can foresee no further I’m not a sorceress or seer Maybe you’ll hold me Protect me Love me Or maybe you’ll tell me you can’t be there for me maybe you’ll net yourself off denying me access to the things we once shared you’ll keep me at a distance to keep me from pain but you won’t realize you’ve already killed me. Understand why I can’t fly away. Unless you hold me, Protect me Love me I have no chance at life My wings have been punctured One too many times I don’t have the strength To fly away I’ll fall to the ground, I’ll be without hope Of a new saviour No one could be as wonderful as you For who could hold, Protect Love A butterfly whose wings have been ruined by your touch