Like Butterflies in the Wind

April 4, 2010 § Leave a comment

I’ll see you, when the rain comes pouring down.
I’ll see you, when the earth starts turning around.
Caught up in a hurricane, all alone on the whirlwind train.
From now on, we will never be the same.

Fragility combined makes storm clouds in the mind.
Temporary lives go flying on the breeze.
Coincidence is never ever what it seems,
No direction home to what once came before.

Like butterflies in the wind.

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