Butterfly Effect
The world only sees a butterfly for what it is.
It’s beautiful, elegant, mesmerizing at first. The world tends to forget it was moth.
I see beyond that. You are more than what world can ever see.
Locked in your emotions but you can finally be free.
You are wanted more each day
I would let you in my heart. For you there is no entry fee.
Love is the greatest show and your soul in that empty seat.
You smile within and let love guide your journey.
You not being happy is concerning to me.
What will be your future? Are you happy with your present?
Let the past be the past for all the times you were neglected.
You deserve to be respected for the queen you are.
No matter where you are in the universe you will always be that star.
You shine like a diamond a true gem
Your beginning doesn’t define you it’s what you do till the end.
Some will never understand the Butterfly Effect
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