As I Move Out,
Butterflies Welcome Me, Seeing Their Punctuality, I Bow To Thee, Further I Keep Moving To The District Park The Aroma Of Golden Flowers Fully Fills Within Of Me. That miraculous Gift I Get From Cassia Fistula That Are In Full Glory Because Of Its Flowers, The Cuckoos Coo And The Peacocks Dance Fully Drenched I Am In The Coolest Showers.
Walks before sunrise not only refresh us but also enrich us with new experiences. The experience may differ from person to person; but they sure add some extra in their store of experienced.
who once danced inside my stomach, crawl their way back out. How am I supposed to say I don’t love you anymore with a throat full of bugs?
hold my heart hostage as he's pulling me closer and holding me tighter for just a beat longer
Butterflies can’t see their own wings
That’s why they don’t know how beautiful they are Maybe you’re a butterfly too You just don’t know how beautiful you are yet
I saw this written on a scrap piece of paper in a library, I think it means a lot to some people
as little butterflies block an astronomical path
to draw fleeting halfshadows on the tar as i scrape the salt from my flushed cheeks with my trembling sugarspoon fingernails as the way all things~oh hi love of my life lessness check out this here xylophone wanna play old cartoon jingles with me i’ll join in sure haha this is fun right right okaylaterthenbyebye hmm wherewasi oh right the thing… as foreignhome landscapes are looked upon by me i ponder and poorly breathe. funny dreams. yeah. funny dreams.
Paint your ink all over me
We’ll see how things go eventually But I think I’m drawn to the way you breathe To the way you see me Pick me up like your paintbrush Like a habit you’ve had though we just met last month Now all I’m thinking ‘bout is us We’ll get lost in conversation The world’s so hurt but maybe we could change it You know I’m drawn to the way you think To the way we dream Pick me up like your paintbrush You know just how to hold me with the softest touch And still make me feel so much
in a world of glitter and tinsel
we are two visions of mori butterflies, whose larvae eat the darkness of the night like a white mulberry tree, leaving holes of light on the forgotten silky roads.
Out there there's
harsh judgement and criticism smart, stronger, funnier, better people failure and society beauty and pain Out there there's a child laughing a butterfly dancing kind people, smart people, successful people, me love, hope, beauty in the eyes of nature not society
Main idea: that in the outside world, it's beautiful, but also deadly.
Do butterflies realize their beauty,
The wonderful way in which they fly, Or do they compare themselves to every insect Wondering if they should hide their colorful wings with dye. Do they admire their wing’s softness Their calming patterns, soft and light Or do they think there’s something wrong with them If there's something faulty with their size Do they hate carrying the weight of those stunning patterned wings Do they ask themselves why they don't look the same Or do they realize it is because they're queens. Do they recognize they have nothing to be jealous of. That they’re special and unique Those wings are part of who they are And without them, they would just be weak. Do butterflies realize their wings’ beauty And know they need them to reach the sky Because without them they would be incomplete And would remain “butter” without “fly”.
Wrote back when I was in 10th class..
I wish I could recall everything but Here are some of the pieces A day after the full moon, time when the flowers bloom, A beautiful dawn, It's Monday come on!!! I went for a ride, Saw a ******* road side, Her pony tail white ribbon tide and a smile, Which she just can't hide. Trying to cross the street With black shoes on her feet Her mustard outcoat attire, She a ravish beauty I admire. One hand on the pocket, Other holding the bag.. OHH dear my heart just flew like a rocket... Ohh God please hold everything with a time lag.
Please don't judge the Grammer.... I was just a kid
Title "Neem Tree" is to big old neem tree where school bus used to stop.