A little over your head

Love.


It's like a field filled with butterflies
That you mistook for flowers.
It's the time you wait for someone
Months, weeks, days, hours.
It's like driving down a lane
Singing at the top of your lungs
Until the radio switches
And it crys out a different song
One of heartbreak and dispair
Some that scar some that tear
You long back for that field where you was free
For the butterflies and lilees.