Point of View Rewrite for class

Butterflies
You like awake contemplating

despair and the fine line
if this is all just a dream
or part of his design

But in your dreams are only scary things
and you're not afraid tonight
to open up your heart to him
let the butterflies take flight

If you were falling through the ocean
his words would warm you still
if all he did was say your name
your heart would get that thrill

It's the thrill that powers cities
which lure the dreamer in
the butterflies are in your eyes
and all over your skin