12:06 PM
nicholas chuah
A butterfly must blink its eyes a few times
before mastering how to fly
The night sky is sprinkled all over with stars
but a few will fall to the ground
I fly, but you are falling at the same time
I am close enough to hear your breathing
Yet, I'm sorry, I did not hold onto you tight enough
You don't know why I left you
I insist on not telling you and let your tears run
Your teardrops seem like a downpour shattering all over the ground
I clearly know in my heart
that you do not know why I am so cruel
hovering high above you where you cannot see
There are many things that are things you do not know
A butterfly must blink its eyes a few times
before mastering how to fly
The night sky is sprinkled all over with stars
but a few will fall to the ground
I fly, but you are falling at the same time
I am close enough to hear your breathing
Yet, I'm sorry, I did not hold onto you tight enough
You don't know why I left you
I insist on not telling you and let your tears run
Your teardrops seem like a downpour shattering all over the ground
I clearly know in my heart
that you do not know why I am so cruel
hovering high above you where you cannot see
There are many things that are things you do not know
I fly, but you are falling at the same time
You don't know why I left you
I insist on not telling you and let your tears run
Your teardrops seem like a downpour shattering all over the ground
I clearly know in my heart
that you do not know why I am so cruel
hovering high above you where you cannot see
There are many things that are things you do not know
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