Who am I?
Am I a lost butterfly?
Flying around the wrong places
Landing on thorns of beautiful flowers
Sucking in deadly nectar
A thorn stuck on my right wing
I’ve been hit on my weak spot
How will I fly?
How will I be able to reach the sweet nectar
I blossom the flowers but I died in the process
Spring shall come and the flowers shall bloom beautifully
While I decompose into nothing but dirt