The Butterfly Effect - Part 2

Butterflies in the stomach, butterflies in my mind

they bring back memories I cant seem to find

Of days gone by, and evenings so long

they float on the tunes of an old melancholy song

Patient in a cocoon, they germinate with none to hound

each event awaits, till on its own it wishes to be found

To transpire into an everlasting memory, bidding their time

till hell freezes over and clocks no more chime

Colored spots on wings, each holds a clue

some intense others fringed, a thought for every hue

One tiny flap, for each eon of memory wasted by

a million flaps for me, see how they fly

In a forest of dreams, they roam without concern

while in reality, their hearts within me burn

A ruse for the fickle minded, the butterflies are a ploy

with each memory now, they bring more sorrow than joy

I want them to stop, their beauty entrenched

what fear they arise, i fear with jaws clenched

And so their cocoon I shatter, well before they are born

lest i hurt them all, as victims of my scorn

Butterflies in the stomach, butterflies in my mind

they no more bring memories I do not wish to find

Of days gone by, and evenings so long

they wither away like the tunes of an old melancholy song