Wings
By BrokenButterflyWings •
Persistant wings of butterflies
Flapping in an empty sky
Restless creations
Of a nervous mind
They want to fly
To be free from their binds
All it takes is one small thing
A few words I've said a thousand times
I have to say them
Have to tell you
One small thing
I love you
Now my butterflies are free
Free to fly in open skies