happiness

a butterfly on my finger tips,
it sits like a whisper,
can't move or breathe,

if it flies... oh the fear!.

oh happiness,
who do u come in a loud,
boisterous way
and yet leave silently unannounced?

u intrude my life,
u leave me in pain,
(I didnt invite u,  I had no say)

but the butterfly flits away again!