The sad thing about butterflies is that
Even though they go through all the struggle
Of metamorphosis and eating leaves
(Seriously, how do they even enjoy it)
And emerge with bright, shiny wings
They still can't see their beauty
Unless they see it from the eyes of another
And I know that you know
That I'm not talking about butterflies right now.
A/N: YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL AND YOU MATTER. That's all I have to say.
YOU ARE READING
Words of a Poet
PoesíaA short Poetry Collection. "I'm burning a thousand flames, yet not one flame will touch me tomorrow."
