14 and i don't know how to write but here i am anyways.)
My Little Butterfly
Eyes flutter like a butterfly, Rosey cheeks so red and shy, my love for you darling I can't deny, tears that flood your face may cry, as the beauty in your soul begins to die. harassed by the evil words of grim and greed, yet you still shine on like you have been freed, but when you come home to me, you shatter, like a plate that fell beneath the sink. I will hold you baby don't you cry, don't let words mock you my little butterfly, because once you understand your worth my time you will surely sore upon the sky.
- Abigail Rodge