What are butterflies? I thought they were kind,  

I thought my smiles were pure, joy intertwined.  

I believed they were true, so lovely and cute,  

Yet why do they stab with a pain so acute?

Why does it hurt, these knots in my chest?  

The butterflies I cherished now give me no rest.  

Do you know the feeling, when they flutter inside?  

From my heart to my stomach, they refuse to hide.

I thought it was good, this fluttering state,  

But I learned too late, they were a trap I’d await.  

My butterflies deceived, a snare unforeseen,  

A lesson learned from what once was serene.