Dear someone,
Love is like a butterfly.
One second love is like an egg about to break free.
But you don't even know it's love.
Then it's a caterpillar moving towards them trying to give them the much love you think they need.
And the more love you give the more and more they feel happier.
The more you see them laugh.
Or even make a smiley face.
Then love is like a chrysalis.
Do you Want to know why?
Here's the answer.
Love could also be hidden.
Some might be true.
Some might not be.
Love could be beautiful like flying in the air.
Love could even be the small signs that no one can see yet.
Could even be the type of love that is holding you back because you're too scared to even fly out to the world and to risk it.
To risk that little thing that is called love.
And love could be flowers left on your window.
Or even fake snow falling down on the tips of your fingers.
Everyone is just an egg at the start but then becomes a beautiful butterfly.
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The Story I Never Told Anyone
Şiirit's about poems. How I feel or see things. Sometimes it's about people.