Mixed Emotions

You could be my butterfly
Dont fly away
I want my butterflies to stay

The rose she saw, blooming in all its grace
Was nothing compared to how he made her feel
And the sweet touch of his face

Remember the long walks home
Birds. Breeze. Biwilderment.
O' to a day without a care

The rose longs for the wind
To fly her away; somewhere new
Full of adventure and mystery

Take the thorn by blunt and let it fall
Never fall for the thorn
The thorn will hurt you; make you cry.

The sun dies.
The winds change.
The stars move.

All these mixed emotions,
Embedded just for the thorn
All these mixed emotions,
Buried with my scorn