Little Noir
Butterflies are flowers with wings!
It’s been two years since we met.I didn't like you at first,
There was once a magic well.
I walked to collect
Every night, she walked to the pond.
That was her place.
I’m thoroughly unsure of what the day will bring
Drowning in an ocean of questions well beyondthe shoreline’sconception of success.
There lies a secret in this world,In front of your ears, eyes and nose,Of which you have known forever,I wonder, why…
