I never liked butterflies
Those graceful creatures were ugly for me
They never made me happy
I hated their wings
Those pathetic wings could get them killed
Today I was sad
A little but not too much
Because for the first time in my life
I loved a butterfly
This butterfly was the same butterfly
How did I know
Well it stayed in my backyard
And annoyed me to death
I saw it on the flower
And it didn't look sad
Instead it wasn't even drooping its wings either
It's wings were together high and mighty
Proudly looking like it was flying
It's antennas were the only thing drooping
It's said that it looks like it's bowing proud
When I die
I hope my body looks mighty and proud
Bowing like the butterfly I've come to now
Love
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Simplest Form For You And Me
PoetryThis is Poetry. Just anything I can think of to write. It'll relate to you or it won't. All of these are some thoughts or ideas. Interpret what you will of simplest form for you and me.
