It all started with those butterflies. They get you in a hell of a lot of trouble. These are the type of butterflies that make you feel happy one moment until the one those butterflies came from starts to find interest and or decides to get butterflies from another. The butterflies mislead you into an illusion of a beautiful field of flowers that seem too good to be true but once you set foot on the field the flowers were wilted. Now you don't want to catch butterflies for another but no they come from one that was better at hiding the wilted flowers by painting them the colors that you adore but in the end, they are still wilted flowers. If only these butterflies could lead me to an eternal field of flowers that never wilt.
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Why my soul is tired
PoesíaThe struggle of dealing with life as a whole leading up to the reason why your soul feels worn out. The poems are events, things, feelings that Need light showered upon them. A truth that is hard to face A transcript of everything left unsaid...
