Butterfly & Bee

He offered imperfection
And said it was for free
I settled for deception
Knew he wouldn’t see

He could have if he wanted
But his eyes were just for me
I found it quite confronting
Yet chose not to break free

Then he went and spoiled it
I wished he’d let me be
But he was such an idiot
And worried that I’d flee

He makes pretty music
Lives in big old tree
Thinks I maybe magic
I butterfly - him bee