How can you see something beautiful
and not acknowledge it's beauty
How could you stand in silence
when you have a voice
How could you be invisible
when you have a choice
How could you stand on the sidelines
with prying eyes
This is the act of the weak, not the wise
*This is no beauty of person
This is beauty of a movement
This is not the beauty of one
This is the movement of many*
Yet you want no parts in it
It makes me question you... How
*How could you be so selfish
How could you be so lost
How could you be so wrong*
How can you not acknowledge
something so beautiful is going on
~Butterfly εїз 2014©
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
How can you see something beautiful
and not acknowledge it's beauty
How could you stand in silence
when you have a voice
How could you be invisible
when you have a choice
How could you stand on the sidelines
with prying eyes
This is the act of the weak, not the wise
*This is no beauty of person
This is beauty of a movement
This is not the beauty of one
This is the movement of many*
Yet you want no parts in it
It makes me question you... How
*How could you be so selfish
How could you be so lost
How could you be so wrong*
How can you not acknowledge
something so beautiful is going on
~Butterfly εїз 2014©
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