Like the wings of a butterfly
My heart is a fragile thing
Loving too deep, too fast
Never one for waiting
Lifted up to the sky
Then smashed against the floor
Hardened my heart like stone
Can't let anyone that close no more
Can't seem to trust a soul
Too many wolve's in the field
Pretending to be sheep
Claiming their love is real
It's all just a foolish game
Played by all the fools
Always end up cold and alone
Never can they follow the rules
Angela M OBrien
14/8/11
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