kalopsia* posted a quote
April 28, 2016 9:14pm EDT
this format was made by partie! please only use this for your QUOTES on WITTYPROFILES.COM and do not remove ANY part of the credit; that includes this credit right here and any credit that follows (c) partie She loved him because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon, and he had drawn her out and shown her that she was a butterfly.
And you’re a pretty butterfly And I believed all your lies Blinded by your sideways smile And the kindness in your eyes But there’s a limit to your flight I can offer you a better life But you keep on flying from the light And I’ve lost my faith in wrong and right And I’ve made the same mistakes But I won't this time No I won’t this time
The Secret of the Butterfly a dance most likely seen in this part of the globe requires no special robe, bring a healthy stomp upon the ballroom floor do it prouder than anyone before the violin swings around the marble pillars up the corners, through feet and hair and ears men ask women for a dance in other words: for a reason to feel their touch they would swallow things whole only to feel a woman’s lips on theirs. there was one, who did not think further a dare devil who dared the devil suffocating on a big bread lump one eye glowing and celebrating over the won attention one eye staring, unable to function, already dead he got what he wanted and more felt her lips and left his body up he goes, sees the violin and spins along, what fun his body was soon to be carried away and buried below he’s dancing the butterfly ever since you may ask in disagreement a dance of hell with a purpose of death? yes, if you want it to be no, if you want to read a little more so the nights go on and the ones gone – forgotten replaced with marvelous music and the human heart’s desire for a good time you come as you’ve always been and leave with less yet feel as if you gained a continent you come as a caterpillar in a cocoon and leave like a butterfly the secret is in the violin and the drums, not in your itchy gown the secret is in your greasy hair and your lice, not in your horse tail wig the secret is in your cratered skin, not in your powder poison the secret is in layering off your clothes, not in keeping your dignity the secret is in dancing the butterfly and not giving a fuc k
sometimes I feel like a catipliar wrapped tight in a cacoon of pain except no matter how hard I struggle I don't break free and I don't transform into something beautiful I stay stuck, alone in this blanket of agony while my emotions suffocate me yet I try to hold on with all I have because I'm still waiting for my chance to become a Butterfly