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"One day,
nothing will hold me down.
This is not met to
be a sad story.
Where a capitular
does not turn into a butterfly.
Oh no, I am a butterfly.
Light as a feather,
and solid as stone.
My core is where my
humanity resigns
I cry,
I breathe,
I speak,
I fear,
I think,
I learn,
I change,
and yet I'm still young.
Fresh as a sunrise,
and old as time.
I thought my experiences
showed my growth
I thought my feelings
showed my strength.
But yet, it's like
I know nothing.
Nothing at all.
I want to be happy.
Don't you see?
A butterfly is just speck
in this train wreck.
We call life.
Yet, as it flies away,
we are still standing there.
Like a deer in the headlights.
No where else to turn."
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Starry-Eyed Verses
Poetry"I'm not saying that I'm romanticizing my life. How can I make something better when I like it , the way it is." My first ever poem collection. Basically random poems about random people. Not a single one of is about me. Cover by @Lady-Emerald Also...
