You tell me you're leaving Going away so soon To be a proud man You say you'll be taken care of But do you know what this does to me? In the six months we've known one another You have not realized I am a butterfly I flew when I met you You guided me through nets And trees and big birds You tell me you're leaving You broke the butterfly wings
Reason for writing:
My pain for this comes from my best friend who is leaving
next month to join the military.
Birth sign: Libra
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