hey, there's a butterfly in my chest

I'm a creature of the night

Of fright

Of darkness and sin

You wouldn't want to see

The cavern within-

But then, it came to be

The butterfly beating its delicate wings

In a jar full of empty things

I've tried to kill it by various means

Fire, ice to purge and clean

But it remains, stubbornly flitting about

Innocent eyes, a sweet mouth

I hadn't foreseen such a miserable price

To know this stirring as a vice

It never leaves me, no, grows stronger each day

And I fight it, and it grows more determined to stay-

Damn you, butterfly, you beautiful pest

For making me love one who couldn't care less. 

The End

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