Butterflies

Don't fall too fast
Don't fall too fast
I scream to my self, in my cubical, silently.

I know that something instant
Will not stay in a long time

Just like my favorite noodle, Indomie
I swear that it's really damn good
But I also know the bowl will be empty in a minute
And I will feel hungry again
Craving for another pack of Indomie

Now I'm hungry

But my tummy is full
With all those butterflies
Why are those even there
Flying freely in that empty space

I know why I feel like this
I haven't meet you for a while
or at least hear your voice

So the butterflies choose to stay inside
Not flying above my head
Or around you, in my vision

Beautiful

I mean, you

How can be someone so perfect?
And how could you just happened to came to my life?

Not fair

You chose this, not me
I didn't even know you

But why am I the one who suffer?
The butterflies should be in yours, not mine

Not fair