The True Colors of a Butterfly
I wish I was you.
I wish I could destroy myself and become brand new.
You’re so beautiful.
The way you move and fly away from everything too.
The gorgeous colors you have.
How they glow in the sunlight,
how they shine so bright makes me feel nice inside.
Makes me feel like I am worth something in this life of mine.
But can you teach me to fly?
To fly away from reality?
From all the things that make me unhappy?
Can you help me discover my true colors?
the things that make me me?
You’re just so lovely I want to be something so extraordinary.
I love how you stand out from everything else.
I want the same thing as well.
Sometimes all I see is black and white but when you pass by I feel the color in my eyes ignite one last time.
You make me feel alive.
Help me find the missing pieces that are left to be revived.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.