Before you could ask what is thing kind of thing?
I had your wings spread and pinned,
Like you belonged underneath melted sand,
Never let you land, scared of ampersands.
For reasons you'd know and a few you may not understand.
I'll admit at times I still get bu*terflies when it's you and I.
Since you and me feel differently,
You try to pacify my pains, you tell me not to worry
There are some nights I thought you should fly free,
So I'm not losing sleep over you ditching z's over me.