Falling into the trap of the butterfly catcher
What shall I do I've succumbed
To the go-getter
You're lovely and frightening but I think I've fallen
Into your trap as I sat on that pollen
I am but a butterfly and you wield the net I
Was escaping for so long
But it seems I'm very lost
I love you or do I
I believe this is what they call
Stockholm Syndrome
Love from falling victim
To you
