Flutterbies

the spiders find their way through my veins

exciting every sense with their intricate webs trailing behind

they might be more like wingèd things if they fluttered

but they prick and tingle with an attack on the mind

 

i'm falling, falling

an addiction so pure

they're crawling, crawling

no chance for a cure

 

a smile graces my lips, so natural, my blood chills

the wicked winds of love making pulses race

this fate of flutter-bys isn't the worst

if your glittering heart is the fate I face