I have a friend
I have a friend
That isn't in her own skin
But her soul is beautiful
And she is kind as they come
I call her a butterfly
She's just in the caterpillar stage
One day, she will become her true form
But currently, she's trapped
I have a friend
Who cheers me up when I'm sad
She knows when I'm upset or holding something in
She's there for me, and I cherish her
I listen to her rant
I help her to the best of my ability
Sometimes it's hard though...
Because I'm limited to being there for her.
She loves what she can't have
And she desires so many things
It's adorable, she's adorable
I have a friend
She isn't in her own skin yet.
But she's beautiful.
She's a unique being that I'm glad I've met.
a.b.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
