Butterfly Stings

In the twilight glow, shadows start to dance,

A heart in flames, caught in a wicked trance.

Just a cigarette burn, smoldering slow,

In my soul's embers, where dark secrets grow.

Lovers play a tune on strings of a harp,

Melodies sweet, but the notes tear apart.

Whispers like petals, concealing the thorns,

A garden of dreams, where my spirit's worn.

Oh, but how they twirl like feathers in flight,

Heavy with longing, dimming the light.

Butterflies that sting, oh, they shimmer and gleam,

Once filled with hope, now a haunting dream.

Love, a fleeting ghost, slips through my hands,

Rips pieces away, like fleeting grains of sand.

Forbidden I stand, yearning pure and true,

But the blades are hidden in blossoms of blue.

I’ve danced with the shadows, I’ve tasted the pain,

Each heartbeat a question laced with disdain.

Chasing bullets dressed as lovers' caress,

Yet I crave for the warmth, for the sweet tenderness.

Oh, how they twirl, like feathers in flight,

Heavy with longing, dimming the light.

Butterflies that sting, oh, they shimmer and gleam,

Once filled with hope, now a haunting dream.

Love, a fleeting ghost, slips through my hands,

Rips pieces away, like fleeting grains of sand.

Forbidden I stand, yearning pure and true,

But the blades are hidden in blossoms of blue.

I care not for the games they play,

Yet my heart beats loud, it won’t fade away.

Oh, to find a love that’s safe from the scars,

To dance in the light, beneath the stars.

So let the smoke swirl, as I sing my refrain,

Of love like a burning, tenderly stained.

Yet still I am hoping, beyond the despair,

For a love that is honest, fragile, yet rare.

So let the smoke swirl, as I sing my refrain,

Of love like a burning, tenderly stained.

Yet still I am hoping, beyond the despair,

For a love that is honest, fragile, yet rare.