Just because they aren't colourful doesn't mean they're not worth,
Just because they don't look beautiful, doesn't mean you treat them like dirt
Moths are beautiful in their own way, always going towards light,
Unlike their beautiful cousins the butterflies, they don't seem as colorful and bright
Like Cinderella's stepsisters moths are compared to butterflies,
Enveloped in darkness, in the shadows they rise
Take a glance at a moth and you'll always see,
That they're chasing for light, constantly
Trying to take a swim in sunshine, they forever try,
But despite their desperate needs to fit in, they're compared to butterflies
They're the purest hearts you'll ever meet, but you'll never stay long enough to find,
That it's them who are real and beautiful within, it's them who are truly kind
Next time a brown winged creature catches your eye,
Notice them for them, not the butterflies.
~Via
Which one prospers?
A social butterfly with killer-appearance but no personality, or a girl in the shadows with no looks but a huge heart?
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