10-13-2007, 02:32 AM
Written on October 10, 2007
Floating up and down, all around the sky.
Soaring left and right, throughout the darkened sky.
So beautiful like a newly grown rose.
Yet so shady, and not a soul even knows.
Thought to be affectionate and gentle.
People can tend to be very judgmental.
What they are feeling, we haven't a clue.
Can't imagine what a butterfly goes through.
Living life, feeding and flying around.
Just to be confused; with moths they are confound.
Their beauty so rare and so exotic,
Changing so many times must be chaotic.
We honestly don't know how to relate,
To being so boring yet being so great.
This is my ORIGINAL work
Steal, and I'll have to hurt you.
Please tell me what you like and don't.
I look forward to reading the feedback!
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