I used to laugh at butterflies
Struggling to flap their wings
Freedom was just an illusion
When entrapped in spider strings
What use is such short exsistence
In the infinite loop of time
Did I speak of the creatures life
Or did I truly speak of mine
Butterflies were meager things
With no true futures ahead
They'd just keep attempting to fly
Until they wound up dead
I thought I was the spider
The hunter of feeble life
But looking upon it now
That couldn't have been right
I used to laugh at butterflies
In their struggle to break free
Because I thought I was a spider
But the butterfly was truly me
YOU ARE READING
the stars in the sky
Poesíaa bunch of poetry written by me in middle school when i was experiencing love, grief, and heartbreak.
