Simple Thoughts

The Butterfly

I was just seaching through my drawers,

not really looking for anything.

Rummaging through old junk that I could never throw away.

A bottle of nail polish here,

a crumpled drawing there.

Things I had forgotten and things I remembered throughout the years.

Suddenly I spotted something,

a butterfly made out of tinfoil.

It took me a moment, but then I remembered its story:

Before I moved away at my old school in art class we made one last project, butterflies.  We cut out wing shapes from tinfoil, then drew patterens on it.  Then we colored the butterflies, in an effort to make them shine.  I never quite finished mine though, I moved before I had the chance.  Amazing that I still have it.

It was only a second after I recalled this story that I realized one of its wings was bent.

Slowly I moved its wing back into place,

then set the butterfly down and stared at it expectantly,

as if it would flap it's wings and fly away like a real butterfly would.

It wasen't a real butterfly though,

it was just a piece of tinfoil with a colorful patern,

and it was bent and crumpled in lots of places.

It would foreverstay on the ground,

unable to fly,

hidden in my drawer.

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This one wasn't very good, but I felt like I should put it up anyway.  This did really happen to me, I hate thowing my stuff away!  Always have always will, my butterfly is real I still have it.  I moved away from my old school.  But that's not the point, the point is an awesome person gave me the courage to put this on wattpad.  This is deticated to Jessica Polley an awesome girl who taught me to speak with heart and fight like H-E-double hockey sticks.  You rock Jessica.  I put this up for you.