I walk up slowly my eyes alight, my stomach twisting at the sight

Her hair falls down in gentle waves, her eyes could light the sky for days

Her smiles nice soft and sweet, she’s often happy and upbeat

As i walk up to the scary the sight, the butterflies inside me begin to take flight

They flutter they fly, i desperately want to cry

They twist they turn, my unsaid words begin to burn

They’ve completely taken over by the end, put on a smile lets pretend

In my perfect world butterflies dont fly, they stay away so that way you know what to say

They don’t flutter they dont flap, they just pretend they give a jack

Butterflies are a thing of beauty but once they’re flapping all about, you want them to stop you want to shout

But once they fly your hands go numb, you start to think « why am i so dumb »

You approached the kid you love the most, head held high you know you’re toast

But you can’t stop cause she stands right there, beautiful and elegant perfect as a pear

Your butterflies leap all about, they make you doubt

Is this right, i need to get out of her sight

The beauty of butterflies revolves around one thing, they’re beautiful creatures then they open their wings