They say she always disliked you
She bent back and forth
trying to writhe out of your grip
And she'd scream and whine with all her breath
when you held her close to your ribs
Time flies
The girl who was the height of your waist
is now chasing her own dreams
If She were a river,
you'd definitely be the ocean,
a place where she'd eventually drain herself
No matter where she goes,
or what she does.
It's just that sometimes you forget
that a butterfly was once an ugly caterpillar
a rainbow always comes after rain
and a diamond is made from carbon
The pressure you put inappropriately
will slowly break the things within
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