Sweet Dreams and Butterfly (Remastered)

r n b ballad, neo soul, strong singer, emotions : remembering old times but looking towards the future

V5.5

Title: Sweet Dreams and Butterfly Kisses

(Intro - spoken)
Forgive me, sweet dreams and butterfly kisses. I walked into the room and there you were. And I thought… you're going to make my day. I didn't know you were also going to change my life.

(Verse 1)
I walked into the room like I always do
Tired, guarded, nothing new
Then you turned around and smiled soft and slow
And my chest forgot how to hold its own

I felt my heartbeat leave my ribs
Crawl across the floor
And land inside your palms
Like it had been there before
In some other life, some other sunny afternoon
Where I didn't have to prove I was worthy of a good thing too

(Verse 2)
Let me tell you about the first time
Not the first kiss
The first time I let myself feel it without running
You looked at me across the room
And I didn't build a wall
I just let myself fall
Slowly, like snow
Like the first time you realize you don't have to be strong to be whole

I remember the first time love broke me
Empty kitchen, cold coffee, door that never closed right after
I remember learning how to be alone
The kind where you forget your own birthday
The kind where you stop believing anyone would stay

(Pre-Chorus)
So when you looked at me today
Part of me wanted to run
Part of me wanted to fight
But a smaller part, quieter than a butterfly's wing, whispered
"What if this one stays? What if this one sings?"

(Chorus)
This is about sweet dreams and butterfly kisses
Laying in the warmth of somebody's memories
Where time doesn't matter, where the pain releases

This is about walking into a room and forgetting how to stand
About the first time holding hands
The first time taking chances
The first time you think "maybe I don't have to leave this land"

But butterflies fly away, that's what they do
So I'll love you like a first kiss
Even if I'm only a chapter you'll one day save
And forgive you like a second chance
Even if I lose you too

(Verse 3)
Some people get a lifetime, some people get a moment
But I finally understand love isn't about ownership
It's about openness
It's about the butterfly that lands on your finger
Knowing it might fly
And choosing to breathe slowly anyway instead of begging it to stay

(Bridge - spoken-sung, raw)
So if you go, go gently
Leave one kiss on the windowsill
And I'll tend the garden of your absence like a skill
Like something I was born to do
Like loving you was the first thing I ever got right
Even if it was only for a sunny afternoon

(Outro)
Forgive me, sweet dreams and butterfly kisses
I walked into the room and you made my day
More than that, you made me remember I am not made of walls
I am made of doorways, chances, and small brave falls

Even if you fly away tomorrow
I will stand here with my chest wide open
Not healed, but not hollow
Because you felt my heart before I even touched you

Sweet dreams
Butterfly kisses
Thank you for the moment
I almost forgot what I was missing

(Final whisper)
You walked into the room… and for one golden moment… I wasn't broken. I was just someone who believed in butterfly kisses and sweet dreams.

Verse 1 (tender & wondering):
For the first poem you wrote with a trembling hand,
For the first time you lost footing in a strange, unknown land—
A butterfly landed, wings folded and still,
And you held your breath, afraid of your own will.
For the first crack in your chest when love walked out the door,
For the first time you picked up pieces scattered on the floor—
That same butterfly stayed, just a moment more,
Then lifted, and you learned what wings were for.

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Verse 2 (raw & aching):
For the first palm pressed to mine, sweaty, shy, and brave,
For the first time you stood up when every whisper said to cave—
A butterfly touched your finger like a promise made of air,
And you thought, this is forever, but it wasn't, and you cared.
For the first kiss that tasted like forever and like goodbye,
For the first time you loved someone so hard you forgot to ask why—
The butterfly drank from your palm like you were holy ground,
Then scattered into twilight, and you made no sound.

---

Verse 3 (reckoning & rising):
For the first time you lit a match and watched your old self burn,
For the first time you didn't run from the lessons you had to earn—
A butterfly landed on the scar across your hand,
And you whispered, stay, but it didn't understand.
For the first time you said "no" and your voice didn't crack,
For the first time you turned your back and never looked back—
The butterfly rose, circled once, and flew,
And you realized: some gifts are only meant for two heartbeats, not a few.

---

Verse 4 (future firsts—still coming):
For the first time you'll wake up and not check for the ache,
For the first time you'll give and not wait for a take—
A butterfly will find you in a garden you didn't plant,
And you'll open your palm, not needing it to grant
You forever. Just a second. Just a brush of wing—
And you'll let it go, and you'll finally sing.
For the first time you'll hold yourself like a child you protect,
For the first time you'll know that leaving is also correct—
And the butterfly will come back, not the same one, but new,
And you'll laugh because you finally know what to do:
Let it land. Let it love. Let it rest. Let it leave.
That's the only way to truly believe.

---

Chorus (lifted & soaring):
So sleep now, sweet dreamer, with butterfly hands—
Open and empty, but still you can stand.
They come and they go, like the kiss of the night,
Sweet dreams and butterfly kisses—brief, but so bright.
They land on your scars, they drink from your tears,
They stay for a moment and calm all your fears—
Then they fly, and you let them, because that's the deal:
Love isn't in holding—it's in learning to feel
The weight of a wing for a heartbeat or two,
And waking up grateful for what flew through you.

---

Outro (whispered, like a prayer):
So may every first be a butterfly landing—
A tremble, a touch, a moment expanding.
May every goodbye be the lift of its flight,
Not loss, but a turning toward more light.
And when you dream, dream of open palms—
Of butterfly kisses and soft, quiet psalms.
For you are the garden, the sky, and the hand—
And what comes will come, and what leaves, you'll withstand.
Sweet dreams, sweet dreamer.
Butterfly kisses, forever, and never, and always between.
…… Polo energy

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Title: Sweet Dreams and Butterfly Kisses (Intro - spoken) Forgive me, sweet dreams and butterfly kisses. I walked into the room and there you were. And I thought… you're going to make my day. I didn't know you were also going to change my life. (Verse 1) I walked into the room like I always do Tired, guarded, nothing new Then you turned around and smiled soft and slow And my chest forgot how to hold its own I felt my heartbeat leave my ribs Crawl across the floor And land inside your palms Like it had been there before In some other life, some other sunny afternoon Where I didn't have to prove I was worthy of a good thing too (Verse 2) Let me tell you about the first time Not the first kiss The first time I let myself feel it without running You looked at me across the room And I didn't build a wall I just let myself fall Slowly, like snow Like the first time you realize you don't have to be strong to be whole I remember the first time love broke me Empty kitchen, cold coffee, door that never closed right after I remember learning how to be alone The kind where you forget your own birthday The kind where you stop believing anyone would stay (Pre-Chorus) So when you looked at me today Part of me wanted to run Part of me wanted to fight But a smaller part, quieter than a butterfly's wing, whispered "What if this one stays? What if this one sings?" (Chorus) This is about sweet dreams and butterfly kisses Laying in the warmth of somebody's memories Where time doesn't matter, where the pain releases This is about walking into a room and forgetting how to stand About the first time holding hands The first time taking chances The first time you think "maybe I don't have to leave this land" But butterflies fly away, that's what they do So I'll love you like a first kiss Even if I'm only a chapter you'll one day save And forgive you like a second chance Even if I lose you too (Verse 3) Some people get a lifetime, some people get a moment But I finally understand love isn't about ownership It's about openness It's about the butterfly that lands on your finger Knowing it might fly And choosing to breathe slowly anyway instead of begging it to stay (Bridge - spoken-sung, raw) So if you go, go gently Leave one kiss on the windowsill And I'll tend the garden of your absence like a skill Like something I was born to do Like loving you was the first thing I ever got right Even if it was only for a sunny afternoon (Outro) Forgive me, sweet dreams and butterfly kisses I walked into the room and you made my day More than that, you made me remember I am not made of walls I am made of doorways, chances, and small brave falls Even if you fly away tomorrow I will stand here with my chest wide open Not healed, but not hollow Because you felt my heart before I even touched you Sweet dreams Butterfly kisses Thank you for the moment I almost forgot what I was missing (Final whisper) You walked into the room… and for one golden moment… I wasn't broken. I was just someone who believed in butterfly kisses and sweet dreams. Verse 1 (tender & wondering): For the first poem you wrote with a trembling hand, For the first time you lost footing in a strange, unknown land— A butterfly landed, wings folded and still, And you held your breath, afraid of your own will. For the first crack in your chest when love walked out the door, For the first time you picked up pieces scattered on the floor— That same butterfly stayed, just a moment more, Then lifted, and you learned what wings were for. --- Verse 2 (raw & aching): For the first palm pressed to mine, sweaty, shy, and brave, For the first time you stood up when every whisper said to cave— A butterfly touched your finger like a promise made of air, And you thought, this is forever, but it wasn't, and you cared. For the first kiss that tasted like forever and like goodbye, For the first time you loved someone so hard you forgot to ask why— The butterfly drank from your palm like you were holy ground, Then scattered into twilight, and you made no sound. --- Verse 3 (reckoning & rising): For the first time you lit a match and watched your old self burn, For the first time you didn't run from the lessons you had to earn— A butterfly landed on the scar across your hand, And you whispered, stay, but it didn't understand. For the first time you said "no" and your voice didn't crack, For the first time you turned your back and never looked back— The butterfly rose, circled once, and flew, And you realized: some gifts are only meant for two heartbeats, not a few. --- Verse 4 (future firsts—still coming): For the first time you'll wake up and not check for the ache, For the first time you'll give and not wait for a take— A butterfly will find you in a garden you didn't plant, And you'll open your palm, not needing it to grant You forever. Just a second. Just a brush of wing— And you'll let it go, and you'll finally sing. For the first time you'll hold yourself like a child you protect, For the first time you'll know that leaving is also correct— And the butterfly will come back, not the same one, but new, And you'll laugh because you finally know what to do: Let it land. Let it love. Let it rest. Let it leave. That's the only way to truly believe. --- Chorus (lifted & soaring): So sleep now, sweet dreamer, with butterfly hands— Open and empty, but still you can stand. They come and they go, like the kiss of the night, Sweet dreams and butterfly kisses—brief, but so bright. They land on your scars, they drink from your tears, They stay for a moment and calm all your fears— Then they fly, and you let them, because that's the deal: Love isn't in holding—it's in learning to feel The weight of a wing for a heartbeat or two, And waking up grateful for what flew through you. --- Outro (whispered, like a prayer): So may every first be a butterfly landing— A tremble, a touch, a moment expanding. May every goodbye be the lift of its flight, Not loss, but a turning toward more light. And when you dream, dream of open palms— Of butterfly kisses and soft, quiet psalms. For you are the garden, the sky, and the hand— And what comes will come, and what leaves, you'll withstand. Sweet dreams, sweet dreamer. Butterfly kisses, forever, and never, and always between. …… Polo energy

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