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My Soul
My soul is like a butterfly.
At first it starts out small and weak.
With confidence and hope,
it begins to grow.
It's wings are scarred and wounded from lies and betrayal.
With time they begin to heal with the support of my friends, family, and faith in myself.
It's wings are the color of a red rose because it is vibrant and delicate.
My soul is like a butterfly because it is fragile,
but strong.
There are times where it may struggle to fly,
but when it does it flies high.
this is lovely!
love the last lines great way to end this poem! cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you.
Thank you so much for your comment. I'm sorry it took me a while to thank you. I also love your cover photo.
Lol the new one? That's the
Lol the new one? That's the f*up make up cup! ;) you're welcome I loved this write! Thanks for reminding me of it! Just what I needed to hear!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."