Words that we don't like,
Like stings and stirs,
They hit us with a blur,
Confusing and strange.
To never see you again,
And longing to hold your hand.
Its the distance between you and me,
Right now, we're hanging in between.
Like butterflies we thought it through,
Picking to the colours of love,
Turning from the dews that slip.
Leaf to leaf, seeped by the ground.
Like our happiness, they fade,
Leaving us with a frown.
Like butterflies we stick..
Stick to the colours of love.
Hold my hand, It won't be long.
Before the skies turn grey,
And you're moving on,
For me, just smile tonight.
Under the stars,
Make this beautiful promise.
Between your gorgeous arms,
I'll lie forever,
After the colours of love fade,
We'll still stay together.
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