He gave you feelings in the form of caterpillars,
But you forgot to grow flowers inside,
So all you have left are dead caterpillars that never had a chance to become butterflies.
YOU ARE READING
Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
Dead Caterpillars
He gave you feelings in the form of caterpillars,
But you forgot to grow flowers inside,
So all you have left are dead caterpillars that never had a chance to become butterflies.
