tired of being a butterfly~
Michan,
Everyday I move closer to the source of your sadness.
Yet it sheds no light on your pain.
Smile, my invisible one--
so we will both be haunted.
I recognise that reflection in your eyes.
It's never good, is it?
Are your wings ready yet?
Fly, fly quickly.
Before you are discovered.
My love, you revealed your hand too soon, didn't you?
It's useless to say "you should have known better"
Your deeply-buried hope...I always thought it was adorably innocent.
But if you're not careful, it will bury you right along with it.
People don't know how to accept help.
They look so hard for the hook
kindness sneaks up on them.
Suddenly you are an enemy.
Your intentions don't matter.
How could you know?
You move so deftly in water, yet you are not a Fish.
Rippling in the sun,
those sparkling scales are fool's gold.
Perhaps it is there to teach you.
A private lesson.
Don't you believe you have learned so much already?
But not the inside. you are still locked out, surely and
tightly...
peering inside a tiny window, privy to the faintest of glimmers.
Yet, you see, further,
When you should be looking away.
It is easy to get caught in tornadoes.
The prevailing wind sweeps you off your feet all too swiftly.
If you don't stop spinning, you will drown in that sweet rain.
There is still a world full of wonders, my love.
More full than you could ever imagine.
With plenty of people to love you,
to hold you,
to tell you secrets,
and still more to abandon you.
Fly away.
Ignore the wind that tears at your wings.
Avoid those swollen clouds.
Still,
yes, you should've known better.
Beauty is no excuse.
Neither is compassion.
Not knowing.
None of this matters.
Hide your heart.
Keep walking.
I know you must be so tired of being a butterfly.
I remember what you told me.
those revelations cling to your skin
softly~
like the scent of peppermint
Even with my eyes closed I can pick out your aura.
melting...
shivering...
vivid colors...
a tear drop.
a sweat drop.
glistening
...ecstasy,
metal, wood.
violin strings.
you cannot stop dancing in time to the wind's melody.
you should know better.
let go.
overflowing love and gentleness,
rabbitt
"there's truth in the thunder
love in the lightning,
the feeling is frightening~
isn't it exciting?
i'm something like stormy weather,
if I weren't we'd never
huddle together...
do I have to tell you
that I'm also the sunlight,
that shines shortly after?
i just rain cause I have to-
on to a new chapter
i wish you lots of laughter
'til the next time you see me...
just remember you need me,
i'm the storm coming"
--Gnarls Barkley
Everyday I move closer to the source of your sadness.
Yet it sheds no light on your pain.
Smile, my invisible one--
so we will both be haunted.
I recognise that reflection in your eyes.
It's never good, is it?
Are your wings ready yet?
Fly, fly quickly.
Before you are discovered.
My love, you revealed your hand too soon, didn't you?
It's useless to say "you should have known better"
Your deeply-buried hope...I always thought it was adorably innocent.
But if you're not careful, it will bury you right along with it.
People don't know how to accept help.
They look so hard for the hook
kindness sneaks up on them.
Suddenly you are an enemy.
Your intentions don't matter.
How could you know?
You move so deftly in water, yet you are not a Fish.
Rippling in the sun,
those sparkling scales are fool's gold.
Perhaps it is there to teach you.
A private lesson.
Don't you believe you have learned so much already?
But not the inside. you are still locked out, surely and
tightly...
peering inside a tiny window, privy to the faintest of glimmers.
Yet, you see, further,
When you should be looking away.
It is easy to get caught in tornadoes.
The prevailing wind sweeps you off your feet all too swiftly.
If you don't stop spinning, you will drown in that sweet rain.
There is still a world full of wonders, my love.
More full than you could ever imagine.
With plenty of people to love you,
to hold you,
to tell you secrets,
and still more to abandon you.
Fly away.
Ignore the wind that tears at your wings.
Avoid those swollen clouds.
Still,
yes, you should've known better.
Beauty is no excuse.
Neither is compassion.
Not knowing.
None of this matters.
Hide your heart.
Keep walking.
I know you must be so tired of being a butterfly.
I remember what you told me.
those revelations cling to your skin
softly~
like the scent of peppermint
Even with my eyes closed I can pick out your aura.
melting...
shivering...
vivid colors...
a tear drop.
a sweat drop.
glistening
...ecstasy,
metal, wood.
violin strings.
you cannot stop dancing in time to the wind's melody.
you should know better.
let go.
overflowing love and gentleness,
rabbitt
"there's truth in the thunder
love in the lightning,
the feeling is frightening~
isn't it exciting?
i'm something like stormy weather,
if I weren't we'd never
huddle together...
do I have to tell you
that I'm also the sunlight,
that shines shortly after?
i just rain cause I have to-
on to a new chapter
i wish you lots of laughter
'til the next time you see me...
just remember you need me,
i'm the storm coming"
--Gnarls Barkley