

The Butterfly ButterflyThe Butterfly by ~Argent-Fox
I remember when you were
A caterpillar, creeping,
Green, eager, new to the Tree.
You munched small holes
In a humble leaf,
Not willing to suffer
Divine Wrath
To taste of the fruit;
Yet still, you partook
Of the Tree of Knowledge
In your own, humble way.
Secretly, you reveled in the
Dark, forbidden flavor
Of thoughts, unbidden creeping
Peeping over the edge as you gazed
And knew
It was forbidden.
They would know,
He would know,
So you wrapped yourself
Rolling, spiraling, wrapping
Each tremulous tendril tearing
A silent stitch in t
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-William Shakespeare
Romeo and Juliet, act iv, Sc. 4
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You may have been made for love.
But I'm just made.