"Then it comes" by Brittney Cole

I love it when you,

Hold me tight,

Making everything alright. 

Kiss me dear,

Always being here. 

You make me feel butterflies,

The thought without you makes me cry. 

Then it comes. 

The day is here. 

I open my eyes,

And you've disappeared. 

I'm no longer held tight, 

Nothing feels right. 

No one is kissing me dear, 

You're no longer here. 

I don't have butterflies,

Now all I do is cry. 

Then it comes. 

The day is here. 

I open my eyes,

And I no longer need you here. 

I hold myself tight.

Things start to feel right. 

I don't need you dear,

I'm glad you're not here. 

I may not have butterflies,  

But at least now I don't cry.