Fly Away

Let’s familiarize ourselves with the specimen,
Dying in thy hands.
One of my tear drops moves it,
It hears the splash and is tip toeing onto
His wings, flirting with me.

The color of his skin,
Beautiful, I’ve never seen it before.
I watch as the guy,
I conditionally love,
Looks my way,
Watching me, spit up his lie.
This is what I feel in love with.

Butterfly, Oh sweet,
Colorful, butterfly,
Fly away.
The feelings are gone.