Butterflies Poem by Fergal Dunne

This is not the way we planned,
It's disjointed and out of hand.
Like trying to count grains of sand,
I don't know where I stand.
I know its time for us to decide.
Because I feel butterflies deep inside.

You don't care, you just walk away,
No txt, no call, no mail today.
Like searching for needles in the hay,
Not a single word to say.
We can't cross the great divide.
And I feel butterflies deep inside.

I don't care who is to blame,
As my photos fuel your flames.
Like shooting arrow without an aim,
To you it was just a silly game.
I'm not going to creep and hide.
But I feel butterflies deep inside.

Forever turning on life’s carousel,
Up and down, buy or sell.
Exposed, opened, without a shell,
For this there is no parallel.
So let the keeper end this ride.
Because I feel butterflies deep inside.