Butterfly, Butterfly, show me your wings
Your freedom of choice, and your voice- oh it sings.
Beautiful, Beautiful, your colors, they shine.
Your beauty it speaks, and yet seeks a flat line.
Poison, sweet poison entering me
Yet your presence in essence it comforts- don't leave.
Butterfly, Butterfly, brushing my skin
What's this? This bliss- your wings sink in.
Cutterfly, Cutterfly, you press so deep
This blood, this love, your beauty is cheap.
Jessy Liz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cutterfly/
