My Heart is a Bell Curve
My heart is a bell curve
Deep at its center
And Built for collecting
But it spins on its hinge
Lays waste to its content
And drips before filling again
My Heart is a Butterfly
My heart is a butterfly
Pearched on a snap-dragon
Ready to fly or be eaten
It flys when it can
And rests went it can’t
An flutters when smitten
