Pretty Moths | A Poem

I ike to roll, like to climb, like to scream, like to

break(heart strings), like to yell(heart out), like to cry,

like to feel(the stars, the moon, the sky, the birds),

like to go nuts, like to rock out.

If you want to know what I think, I think moths are

pretty, pretty much everything I feel is because of

the star-gazing, I think(and believe) that I wasn’t

supposed to exist, to roll, to climb, to scream, to

break, to yell, to cry, to feel, to go nuts, to rock out, to

think moths are pretty.

But moths are pretty, aren’t they?


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