You don’t realise how perfect you are
Honey
You need to look in a mirror
Look at the way your eyes smile with your lips
And the way your hair falls
And notice the outline of your body and everything that fills it in
Look at your nose and your eyes and your freckles
Count each one and realise how each speck is another butterfly in my stomach
Realise how beautiful butterflies are
And realise how you can create them without putting a thought into it
Notice how your lips dance when you speak
And how gorgeous your voice is
And how each time you smile my heart jumps so far up my throat I choke
Realise how phenomenal it is that you can do that to someone
Without even giving it a thought
You, my love, are perfect.

you say these butterflies will fly away eventually
but we could choose for them to stay
the nectar on your skin is sweet enough
to keep them coming back

butterflies need to keep moving, flying all around
so we'll leave them in our stomachs
and give them the freedom that our love allows

we'll name each butterfly after our favorite candies
because we feel sweet inside
filled up with each other's love

when a storm hits i don't want the butterflies to flee
after all a storm fades into light
even when things get hard, our love will remain
because the butterflies gather for things deeper than beautiful feelings

I point to the stars,
you say they're in my eyes.
I laugh and brush it off this time.

We're here at night,
but I miss the sun.
You tell me you are looking at one.

I ask you what your favorite planet is,
and then you do the same.
My butterflies are getting harder to tame.

I'd love to go to outer space,
see all the planets and the stars.
It's time to leave though now, so you walk me to the car.

At first, I wasn’t interested.
It wasn’t a love at first sight kind of deal.
The moment he started talking, however,
I felt something real.

Hard to believe, I know–
Especially in a world of desire and lust.
What is real and what is fake?
Will someday these feelings turn to dust?

He asked me for my number.
Despite my better judgment, I said yes.
I was too caught up in my feelings.
I couldn’t make my heart beat rest.

Full of butterflies my stomach was
As we said our last goodbye.
Butterflies don’t always tell the truth, though.
Unfortunately, sometimes they lie.

To listen to your heart or head–
That is the ultimate test!
For sometimes you’re right and sometimes you’re wrong,
it‘s hard to tell what’s best.

Do I take it one step at a time
Hoping his feelings haven’t changed?
I never texted him back that day.
What if he’s hurt from the words never exchanged?

Then there’s another problem
Oh, yes, the other boy.
The one who won’t move on,
Claiming I’m his only joy.

If I were to find someone else
Would I destroy his entire life?
If I choose to not hurt him and stay alone
Then would my own be full of strife?

Too many questions and too many answers
Makes me fear my heart is wrong
Listen to your head, I beg.
It’s hard, for my heart is strong.

Give it up, for it’s what’s best.
We both know It’s true.
My heart and my head now both agree.
It’s what I have to do.

I have made up my mind.
The boy has got to go.
Anyhow, we’ve only had one chat.
I need to tell him no.

There he goes now smiling at me.
I wish he would stop.
“Hi,” He says…
Well, here we go. I’m back up to the top.

those three little words,
they warm my heart
like no others.

saying them for the first time
gives me butterflies,
hoping you feel the same.

i have noticed
that the butterflies
follow me around
they flicker their wings
caress my cheeks

why are they so enchanted
by my old mess
my burnt skin
my scarred hands
my dried tears?

they kiss my eyes
shine on my feet
decorate my hair
every day there’s a new one

and i every day
i close my eyes
breath in deep
and feel them dance in my lungs
trapped by fabrics
of ill cut and sorrow
and just like that
i blow and blow
open wide my arms
let my mouth scream
they fly away
and into the world
into your eyes
and all around

All these years have passed and still nothing has changed,
So we have to march,
Against the abomination of colour segregation,
I'm just tired of all the lies I want to know what's real,
If I stand by your side will you show me the deal?
I’ve got the moon and the stars beneath my feet,
Will that be enough to free my speech?
Tried to climb peaks that were placed deliberately out of our reach,
They envy my life but I envy theirs,
Heaven looks great until you have to climb the stairs,
I capture my emotions in a liquor potion,
It's all good swimming with your tears in the ocean,
And if I can sleep tonight,
I'll let them know I wasn't afraid of the light,
Can you feel the fluttering inside?
Just come lay with me on my side,
And let's both watch the butterflies fly out of our eyes.