I would love to find
myself again but I see
me only in you
I tell you things I’ve never told anyone
And whisper secrets into your palms
In hopes that they will bloom
Into the most brilliant butterflies
And float away
In the way that butterflies do
So you can hold onto my secrets
Just as I let them go
The madd ramblings of a 18 year old girl.
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