Remembering When
I remember when
I was a frilly butterfly
With a need to be loved
While flying happily up the sky
I remember when
I met him my sweetheart
He was made of pure innocence
And gave my life a new start
I remember when
He broke me up badly
I was still a frail butterfly
But I could now only see love as my enemy
I remember when
I took the vow of turning into Narcissus
True, treading the path alone get lonely
But it is yet better than to be Sisyphus
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