Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.
February 4, 2008
Somewhere In Between
by
Lydia
Respect deserved,
not only to me,
maybe this girl,
will let me be.
Not a worm,
not a butterfly,
somewhere in between.
Dark side kept,
where it can't be seen.
I see right through,
her outer shell,
into the darkness,
through all hell.
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