Bloom to Doom
She is a butterfly...with rainbow eye… Colors of dream...and cutest lie… As sun climbs high...she slowly came by Lost in her colors...fell for her smile… I may not be right...but she held me tight; Slowly and sweetly...she drank all my life!! Thinking of a future...spending together… Thought its forever...but she had her plans. Though it’s not fare...to make a silly fight… I know very well...she'll make a quick flight… 'Cause now I know ...she is a butterfly… I’m a lost flower...stuck with stalk; I’m a clown lover...but true at my heart… Thought its forever...saw it go shatter… Though it all over...I hold on my color…. I know it’s already time…know that she'll simply fly; No time to say good bye…neither can I cry; Left alone with lot of lie…I walk towards the end of life… I dance slow for every wind…and smile at every dawn; I stand like a winner flower…its funny way to have a fall; Slowly dying and rotting away…blindly waiting for her again. The more I try...I turn so dry… Now I'm dry...she'll never come by; The reason why...she is a butterfly!! How can I bloom...when my heart is dead? How can I bear...just looking the sight? Dancing so close....with new flower so bright… I want it so soon...I really want to die!!! Now slowly I fall...towards my end… She is flying across...searching new friend… With Charm she goes...'cause she is a butterfly!!
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