Stubbed Buds.

There are
Six senses
We always forget to count ourselves in
Gods don't live without disciples
Butterflies are not pretty without our eyes
It's not hot until you've felt it
Its not wrong until you've realised
Something known can only come from the unknown
Real comes in from the dreams
In between all of this lies our perception
At the other end is reality
Opposites
No wonder they are attracted to each other
No wonder they are in love
And no wonder they keep fighting over small things.