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Butterfly
December was the month I was born
In a little green leaf that looks a bit torn
Cold is the temperature that surrounds me
But familiar arms brings my little heart at glee
Growing up has never been easy
My small body becomes too busy
Different colors now I see
I came to realize I’m afraid in a bee
Months passed by and others called me ugly
My fault is that I took them personally
Devastation devours my innocent world
Locked in, the bright room becomes blurred
I fell into a spell that put me into sleep
Healing is the process that I can’t skip
Took me years to spread my wings
Now I’m appreciating the world’s finest things
© Psycheangel17
In a little green leaf that looks a bit torn
Cold is the temperature that surrounds me
But familiar arms brings my little heart at glee
Growing up has never been easy
My small body becomes too busy
Different colors now I see
I came to realize I’m afraid in a bee
Months passed by and others called me ugly
My fault is that I took them personally
Devastation devours my innocent world
Locked in, the bright room becomes blurred
I fell into a spell that put me into sleep
Healing is the process that I can’t skip
Took me years to spread my wings
Now I’m appreciating the world’s finest things
© Psycheangel17
