"and is it right, butterfly, they like you better framed and dried?" ~ Tori Amos

blue on black
but I only can't see the end of the tunnel that is you
trapped on the lilywhite walls that you dance around
making light of my darkness
when you know that everything good in me is you
and I just can't be me cause I'm too busy being what you want me to be
and what if I were okay with that?
somehow I know what you want is what I want
and you just keep dancing while I'm trapped under glass
can't you see I'll never be what you need
I'm not strong enough to stay pinned down
dance around your frames hanging on the brightest of white walls
but didn't Goldie tell you that butterflies are free?

10/07/2001

Posted on 10/25/2004
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