Fragile butterfly
Why do you fly so?
Reckless and rampant, pretending naught can hurt
One day you will end up face down in the brown dirt
You enjoy pretending that in this world, no evils lurk
Ignorant butterfly
Why do you cry so?
You are delicate, so pretty, set apart from the rest
Then you put yourself down, letting insults infest
Sad tears of yours resound deep within your chest
Doleful butterfly
Why do you sigh so?
Yet prance around, smashing and running away
There is a wall ‘round your heart just to pass the day
Your forked tongue betrays your amiable tendency
Rancorous butterfly
Why do you defy so?
Bluffing away to the top of a astringent, slippery hill
Every step higher, more fault added to you growing bill
Suddenly you plummet from this thing you once built
Muted butterfly
Why do you lie so?
Doing nothing when everything beautiful is ahead
You are enduring; nothing passing should be a threat
Ingenuous from the superficial, onward you will tread