Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly,

why won't you fly away?

Disappear into the night,

carry away all my pain?

Black is the colour of your wings,

noiseless is your fly,

when you come I hear the night sing

its worthless little cry.

I love these dark nights

when everything is calm and quiet.

I hear my mind's pleasant sighs

as it becomes the night's pet.

Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly,

why won't you fly away,

and take the tears I cry,

but still bring the night again?


AN: I'm quite proud of this one! What do you think? (in other words; review maybe? c;)