Too late

pink butterfly
lost her fingertips
would you help her searching
we live only three days
and i am just about to loose my wings
help…
your eyes follow me
your shade spys me
i won’t let you make love to me
ever again
‘cause it hurts too much
and looking deeply into your eyes
i cruelly say
that i would rather be a butterfly
than one who lets your hand
touch one’s neck