Don't cry butterfly.
Think to all of your hard times.
Who fought through and who survived?
And who, when faced with pain, lives life?
When you were hurt,
an injured wing,
you then healed and back you'd spring.
There are lots of thorns you'll find,
but if you fly you'll make it by.
These thorns make you tougher through life
until the battle's end; too done to try.
I wrote this for my friend to make her smile because her parents suck.
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
