My heart, Wrapped in a cocoon, Bundled in feelings, Mixed together, Like the colours on the wings of a butterfly.
My heart, Grown out of a caterpillar, Creeping on the ground, Travelling on an uncertain journey, Evolving out in a mess in which I used to exist, Turning into a cocoon.
My heart, Turning into a butterfly, Immature, Yet kind, Lost in a whole new world, Changing in a totally new part of this unevenly large world, Turning into colours which it could never think of, Evolving with time.
