My Little Butterfly

I feel she was trying to spread his wings inside
I used to hold her tight but I have come to realized

She was supposedly flying, up and down.
No walls, no burden, no limit of time.

A happy and free butterfly
I should not keep it and call it mine.

I open my hands to release the gracious butterfly
A heavy burden on mine but I used to smile

To release her, I open my hands.
“You must go. Don’t cry.” And then she flies.

I should be sad to do so.
But, it’s painful to let her stay if she wanted to go.

I smile for her even it kills me inside
Because she's my little butterfly but will never be mine.