there comes a time
when both of our heavenly signs
go to sleep and turn to their fatherly moon
and you and I
in ever immersing design we begin
we turn our own eyes to poetry
but it's not as funny as you may think
I'm choking on the wings
of a bu*terfly
it's not as funny as you may think
to rise above the words you said
I thought I could die
oh calm me fairytale s**ers
making up endings
and pouring out laughter
we dance once again
and maybe this one is for you
if I could filter out matter
and peace in our hearts
would impend as we flutter
we call you again
and joke about starting anew
but it's not as funny as you may think
I'm choking on the wings
of a bu*terfly
it's not as funny as you may think
to rise above the words you said
I thought I could die