She wasn't a butterfly
Though she felt like one.
She couldn't fly
But she did.
Change,
was what she wanted to bring.
A difference,
was what she wanted to make.
Now there she lays
With the weight of the world
on her sholders.
She was shot down
Never to see
what she left behind.
She is still there,
Just hiding from the world.
Afraid,
She stays to herself.
Knowing,
How hurt feels.
She is seen everyday
But she is not there.
She isn't a butterfly
Though she longed to be.
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Those are good skills to have. -_^
............by the way, I saw your name in the....uh.........hentai theater. I was suprised! Well, just putting my name out there. I'm usually on, so throw a poem my way, and don't take s**t from anyone! Later.