Butterflies

One look at me feels like millions things to speak yet we go speechless

on this silent peak,

it's full of words, isn't it?

Tell me! Am I the only one catching the butterflies,

knowing that maybe I will fall

with none in my hands,

I will be left wounded again!

standing alone in the rain 

wondering why would you love the things I hate about myself

"Good or bad", should we really care?

you still are living rent free inside my head

Tell me! should I turn those silent sites 

into endless talks and laughs of all time 

but I don't know what I would say  Tell me!

should I turn those silent sites into endless talks and laughs of all time

but I don't know what I would say