A butterfly.
It's delicate
But it's misleading
It's poison can be deadly
Alas beauty can also kill
If one marches into the sky
The others will follow
A mere butterfly can be a leader of a whole lot more
The butterfly travels
But it never tells where it has went
Butterflies can keep secrets
Butterfly
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
