Butterfly Wings

To rip the wings off the butterfly
Is to strip him of his flight and power..
It's to condemn him permanently
To a short, painful life of shame.
To pet the wings of this butterfly
Is to cripple him for eternity,
It's to show him affectionate touches
Without knowing the real consequences.

To show this boy that you love him,
Is to open yourself like a book,
It's standing too close to a flame
While made out of flammable paper.
To tell this boy that you like him,
Is to pull him into your soul...
And let yourself fall pray
To a brilliant blue butterfly.