When I was young
I would race through the meadow
Trying to catch butterflies
My feet would crush flowers
And my hands would crush wings
I was so young
But already a monster
I killed so many beautiful things
And had no care at all
Now that I'm older
I am careful not to kill anything
Or anyone
I watch where I step
And never hit a single living being
I used to be the killer
But now am the one being killed
In this case
You are me, the monster
And I am the butterfly
Maybe one day you will grow up
And become a butterfly as well
Until then I will fly away
Away from you
And other monsters
So then maybe I can finally find peace
And be free
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Dreamer
PoetryThey say you're a dreamer Cause your eyes are sewn shut And you've got your head in the clouds They say you're like sleeping beauty Never gonna wake up until your knight comes to kiss you But it's been ages and still no sign of that white horse and...
