Butterfly

Young boy chased a butterfly.

Took him back home quick, where his mumma cried.

Found her sat by a summer pine.

Soon as he walked in smiled, with her dark eyes.

Said we haven’t spoken in weeks.

That’s why I’m outside when you’re harder to reach.

Find your voice in the trees like they’re starting to speak.

Each branch with a note that is starting to leaf.

I see you.

Like a breeze.

Not quite, but it puts me at ease.

And every time when I’m num

b to the fact that you’ve moved out from your mummas house well

i feel glad.

That you’ve moved on, grown up.

Shown how, you can jump ship but that’s it you’re still here.

Fact of the matter is

You’re a fan of the way it is.

And understanding that you

have to risk.

A quick move to the city as find yourself a life that is blue but pretty.

You Keep saying to yourself ‘that’ll do, it’ll fit me.

Till you call your mums phone when the week gets shitty.

I’d be passed out.

Thinking bout the past now.

Can you leave it fast, how?

I guess we have to find out.

I wont be awake but I’ll leave on a light.

The sheets haven’t changed since you stayed last time.

See yourself in a frame.

You’ve got those same eyes.

I gave you my wings so you coul

d fly.

Go chase the butterfly.