"A feeble fire is lit at the edge of my heart;
without my knowing, it spreads into burning passion.
My butterfly flapped about aimlessly,
leaving behind some powder on your hand."
I lay back on my bed with my ear phones on, listening to one of my favorite songs.…
I really have no idea, so don't even ask. I had just finished writing something else (something booksie will never see) and This came into my head. Don't try to find any hidden meaning. Just imagine it with Tim Burton's "Nightmare before Christmas" animation. That's how I imagined it at…