There are millions of butterflies
Yet only one I call a friend
There are a thousand reasons why
But I can only think of one
It’s the only one that called me broken
Yet it said it liked me
Only broken butterflies can’t fly after all
It thinks me strange
I trapped it in a jar
Couldn’t bear to let it go
But then I saw it shed a tear
So I let it go
But it said maybe I needed a friend
So it refused to fly away
I leaned in and said go fly away
Go be with those like you
It shook its head and bit its wings off
It held them out
For you so you can be free it said
Then it fell asleep
There might be a million butterflies
Yet only one I called a friend
1 comment:
Isn't that exactly what true friendship is all about? You'd give your own life for them if you knew it would help them out? You feel their pain and their highs right along with them? And it's amazing how it can happen without the limits of like qualities.
Everybody should be so lucky to have a *butterfly*
xoxo
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