Butterflies of change nest deep in our souls
Jumping, shiftung, flailing
From time to time
It's all part of the cycle
When one does, others take their place
They Never really age, however
Only growing as you do
And the butterflies of change are forever with you
You'll grow to love them
They've loved you from day one
YOU ARE READING
a glimpse into this brain of mine
Poetrypoetry collection Trigger warnings Beautiful cover made by @_demi-wizard_ and @Adiemxs
