Butterfly and The Crow

My butterfly nervous, my tongue twisted fat
brain all in a muddle, who knows where it’s at.
what are you doing? how can it be so?
you said you liked me but then let me go.
Did you really mean it? or was it a lie?
Was a haircut all it took, for me to seem fly?

You ask me to be with you
and then you didn’t know
if we should be together
or fly alone like the crow.

You flew away and i didn’t hold you back,
just dampened you with rain from my eyes.
If i had tried to get you down,
You’d have fallen down and into black.

I won’t shoot you down
or make you drag me along.
You’re free to do as you please
but all the times you flutter close.
my butterfly won’t wither.

and really all you can ask is
where will the future winds take us?