Who's the Moth
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Description:
This caterpillar had some incentive. Took a risk and a lot of patience.
Who's the Moth
I feel like chasing butterflies Already have my sights on one Get as close as I can To where you might land and... Now what? I can't spread the wings I don't have You flutter from one spot to the next Always within my view (All the while, eyes on you) As you dance with suitors of your kind. Hard as I try, I can't keep up Fourteen legs is not enough I would gladly trade in half to Share that very sky with you So I curl up in a ball and pray And then I wait and I wait And I hope you're still there My mind's sour debate Keeps sneaking in Sure hope I'm not a moth And day by night by today's light Sure enough, the air is sweet I finally leap into flight But no mirrors here to see Nor my beauty to be I stretch my wings on mission I pass many but not you So I fly and fly and keep searching And after so long, I've found you now So now please tell me What have I come to be? |
Submitted on 2011-10-01 22:06:09 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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Very personal feeling, as though we are there. Quite nice effect, thanks.| | Posted on 2011-10-02 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | this reminds me of my crush in grade school... | i adored her at a distance..but felt like the slow dumb caterpillar...she never noticed me...or so i figured..and when i finally became the butterfly...i looked for her...but unfortunately she was long gone...and then i realized...i wasn't the butterfly i thought i was...i was more like the annoying moth... i like the way you constructed the story in this poem...nicely done. jacob | Posted on 2011-10-01 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |
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