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Butterflies (Poem by Gabby L.)

Draw a butterfly, use all the colors. To represent your love of others- But never yourself. A tattoo on your mind to help you stay, Something hand drawn and entirely homemade. I love you enough to draw this butterfly, Anywhere you want, just stay by my side. We can draw butterflies all day if you want- If you promise me, you’ll just stop. Whatever you want, just be here tomorrow, I know it hurts, but I’ll try to take away the sorrow. And if you break down, I’ll try my best to pick up the pieces, Just tell me you’ll keep on breathing. Because you know I couldn’t live without you, And I know you couldn’t live without me. So, we’ll draw butterflies together, Like we have forever. But this time it means so much more, As the ink crosses out lines that once kept score. On behalf of the past emerging into the present. A beautiful creature with something to represent. I never wanted a tattoo before, but I’ll get this one, And a thousand more, if you say you’re done. And we can be together, butterflies on our hands, Representing a cleanness only broken people will understand. Standing for the strong and holding on when we’re weak, I’ll draw a butterfly on you, you can draw one on me. And we can fly together into better places on imaginary wings, Talking riddles and stories about imaginary things, Don’t let go, hold on tight, The butterfly will soar into flight. And you’ll be scared, but you’ll be alright, I’ll be here the entire ride. So please draw a butterfly with me, So you can finally be clean.

Author's Note: For the person I wish would have drawn butterflies with me, love and miss ya girlie, stay strong <3

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  1. Gabby, I love this poem. It's beautiful and sweet. It's wow! The person you wrote this for will be so happy when they read it. :)

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    1. Awww thank you so much, Shaly, that means a lot :)

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