The Butterfly

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem about being in love with someone who isnt aware you even exist

Submitted: January 12, 2008

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You often pass me once or twice, but never really see.
You look at all the other ones but never look at me.
Often times, I'll stare at you though you don't seem to notice.
 Of all the things you'll ever know I ask you that you know this:
When you spot a cater pillar, stop and think of me.
 It's ugly on the outside and though as that may be,
Inside is a treasure of things you haven't know,
 And as the treasure soon appears, the outside stars to grow.
It soon takes shape, its colors bloom, and its ugliness is gone.
 And then you really suddenly, it was like that all along.
 So when you spot a caterpillar, stop think of me.
I'm pretty on the inside too; it's just the part you have not seen.
 


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