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I wanted so little
than what I’ve got.
You can thank
your lucky stars
about the things
we’ve done without
the other fallen
for the things
I’ve seen with my eyes.
Butterflies seems to come
over me when it comes
to you and I alone in the sun.
Russian poets seems
to scatter in the ocean
without you there.
Protect me was all I ever
gotten from the boys
who wanted a lady.
I’m sure they were only
desperate for a lover
under the covers of their bed.
They’ve flown miles over me.
But I’m still grounded,
I’m still the same girl
who wanted the best for her.
Call me a bitch.
Call me a devil.
I’ve been called worse
than you can ever say.
Little butterflies
is all I could ever feel
with the courage
of missing you.
I love you with all
of my being.
I hope we’ll fly together.