Caterpillar
i creep and crawl into the beauty of the flowers
trying to hide my frown as I watch the others
they are so beautiful, I was barely noticeable
i can never understand why I am like this, green and plane, barely subtle
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WORDS AND WORDS
PoetryFrom the admiration of the beauty of life, to the constant state of wishing for death. From the wistful lover, to the broken youth. From someone who uses words to express, but is afraid to tell. This is Words and Words.
