To kill a muse, to defy a God
To find a word and shout it loud
It takes the life, it takes the world
You need to change from slave to Lord
You need to live until you die
You need to fight no wonder why
have to stop thinking in butterflies
And find the bed where secrets lie
To kill a muse and make her real
Use her until she disappear
Out of your head, out of your heart
Until she is no more than a mere
Girl.
I’ve been in the pursuit of butterflies for so much time, maybe it's time to hang the net.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
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