So, there's this thing called writers block. And it loves my brain. So my other story, Scorpius Malfoy is going to kill me, is on hold for a bit. In the meantime, I've been bitten by the Lily/Teddy bug. So here you go.
And you flit through life like a butterfly, and he's more like a tree.
Tall, rooted in his calm, perfect spot. And you won't tell him BUT you
E
N
V
Y
him
Arms(branches) wide to catch you when the flying is too much, when
little boys with their grubby hands brush the G L I T T E R off your
wings.
But then you flit off to ride on the wind, and he stays, his hair the
green of leaves
And
You
Think
He'll
Alwaysbethere
To catch you with his branches
And then a boy catches you in his jar of lies and you belive HIM and
you stay until he
R
I
P
S
Off your ShimmeringShiny wings
And you go back to your PERFECT tree but she's the rot that takes him
over and he's not yours anymore
And you feel like your world is
G
O
N
E
But you fly away because it's what you DO
and he doesn't notice and you fly with the DRAGONS and don't get
burned and it makes you BELIVE you're invincible
And then it comes and she's going to chop down your tree and take him
home and you /can't/ let her do it so you leave the FIRE
And
D
r
a
g
o
N
S
To find your Tree that you NEED but you see him with HER and her
perfect shinyshort blonde hair and you're just the butterfly that he
left behind and you try to fly AWAY but he sees and he captures you
again to KEEP and she tries to hurt you but you're
S
A
F
E
In his arms (branches)
No matter what they SAY.
And you may be a butterFLY but now you're HOME.