Camarillo, CA firstname.lastname@example.org
I look out of my window
I see her there. I stare and wonder why?
Little butterflies, there’s no pain in a butterfly.
When they fly, do they know they fly?
They’re surreal and yet I’m not alive.
I lay there. Wait a while and it lands on me.
Gazing eye to eye.
music & lyrics by jordan sweeney 10/2007