I thought I was like the trees,
tough on the outside,
softer within.
I realized that I'm different.
I'm not a tree,
I'm just a lonely human being.
We cannot compare,
to things that are worse for wear.
We are all like butterflies,
beautiful reds and greens,
ugly browns and yellows,
and everything in between.
None of us the same,
all unique in our own little ways.
We break from our chrysalis
and spread our wings.
We fly from our homes,
but never truly leave.
We fall in love,
heartbreaks in between.
Some fall apart in pieces,
others stand tall and leave.
Humans aren't perfect,
we know it too.
We all will die someday.
We don't know what happens after,
so we shall wait,
and see.
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Little Poems
PoetryJust some poems I wrote. The cover is a picture I took. ~Abby S~