Paper cranes and Butterflies


I miss walks on the bridge with you,

Long tight hugs and midnight drives,

Your dancing eyes, a brilliant blue,

I miss paper cranes and butterflies


It hurts to think of the songs we shared

Now you won’t even meet my eyes

This silly girl really thought you cared,

Oh I miss paper cranes and butterflies


Cranes that we folded now lay in the dirt

And butterflies are falling from cloudy skies

I’m not invincible, your silence really hurt

Why do I miss paper cranes and butterflies?


If I got a net to catch them, would the

Butterflies return? If I smoothed out

The paper, could we re-fold all our cranes?

Because I miss paper cranes and butterflies.


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