it all falls into pieces.
i think i'm a butterfly sometimes
the way i would fly away.

and i'm sure he'd call me a lady bug
if i asked him to but we both know
my dots won't connect.
color this pretty or color this fresh
just don't color it me.
and i'd say something truly flattering
but everything makes me stumble
always looking up when you're somewhere
down below leaves little room for him
to grow. i'm lost anyway.
also, i think i'm a turtle

sometimes the way i move so slow.
my protective armour placed upon
my back for all to see.
even my very best enemies.

"i'd prefer you as a butterfly"
i'm sure he'd say to me if only
i would let him but i just can't
sprout wings. and i say
color this pretty
or color this fresh

just don't color it me.

03/02/2003

Posted on 03/02/2003
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