Little black butterfly
You wait inside of me
Resting on my goodness
My heart explodes with
Ripped up pages of thought
And desire for you
But your heart won’t
Catch my breakages
Little black butterfly
You wait inside of me
Wanting more form me
Wanting for me
Wanting
Should it be 'from' me in the third last line, Sarah? I like the idea of an internal black butterfly with your best interests at heart.
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