A butterfly can't fly in the rain,
But it tries, and it does.
The butterfly always sees its way through.
Because of the pretty colors on its wings
You can't see if it has pain.
A butterfly is a beautiful
But lonely creature.
It makes a cloudy day
Seem bright.
But where is the butterfly
When the day turns to night?
Is it resting
Or crying its eyes out?
You probably won't find out
Because when you see it again,
It's flying happily over flowers
And you can't tell that
On the inside,
The beautiful butterfly is dying.
A/N: I think this poem didn't make much sense, but I am like the butterfly; I don't show when I'm crying. If I say I'm okay when you ask, know that I'm most likely lying. My smile is my mask that covers it all up! There's only one person who I truly smile with, and I'm eternally grateful for them! But I won't let my smile fade, even if I'm dying on the inside!
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Love and Heartbreak Poems and Stories
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