Part three ; where I realized she was a butterfly where I was just a caterpillar
She was so different
yet so perfect
and I loved her for it.
Because she was
ripped
at every edge,
and that's what made her a
masterpiece.
So I wished, like never before
that I had wings too
so I could fly
with her.
But I was just a c a t e r p i l l a r
where she was the most
beautiful
b u t t e r f l y
I had ever seen.
~
I'm wearing two different socks
