Wow!? o.O this is good...Makes you think back to your childhood, I would catch fireflies as well; not much of
butterflies. But in a sense the butterfly makes you see just how fragile life is...How precious it is. I give you 100/100!!! nice job ^.~
Wow!? o.O this is good...Makes you think back to your childhood, I would catch fireflies as well; not much of
butterflies. But in a sense the butterfly makes you see just how fragile life is...How precious it is. I give you 100/100!!! nice job ^.~
I like the title of this poem. It caught my eye. Im not a grammar nazi by any means but I did catch a spelling error you may want to fix. "Lye" is a chemical combound use for washing or cleansing, I believe you meant "lie". I could be mistaken on your intended use of the word, if so my bad. Anywho, as for the poem itself I thought it was rather interesting. A great use of metaphor, and it paints a nice vivid image. Over all, a well written piece. :D
I loved how I was able to vision this all in my head. I wouldn't catch butterflies, but I would catch fireflies some nights when it was dark out. We would catch them in a jar, then let them go when we were going to head inside to bed. I bet butterflies would be just as beautiful being trapped in a jar.
Very, very, true. I remember one time as a kid I held a funeral for a butterfly that I did that too. I think back to it and feel kinda silly. Now that I read this. I feel like you, that I'm very much like them.
Very Inspirational
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