White butterfly

August 23, 2009

That which I consider precious

Does not belong to me

A thing impossible to capture

Too easy to set free

*

That which I consider precious

And I hadn’t a clue

Somehow was hiding all along

all along

in you

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3 Responses to “White butterfly”

  1. The famous butterflies in the stomack where probably tried to hide from your perception, while she saw yourself arrive. Beautifull butterflies

  2. Uncle Tree said

    Your love is not possessive,and that’s a good thing.

    I think you’ve written some fine lyrics here.

    • Elliott Bell said

      Thank you, Uncle Tree. I suppose this is one of my less bleak works. This is a work of love, not of hopelessness like many of my others are.

      I think the ones that come from love are the best. Alas, it’s a fleeting feeling.

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