• farida_tdr24 9w

    Early teenage

    I'm a cheerful butterfly,
    whispering the tales in ears.
    I blow as the wind passes beyond and
    On a petal I often settle.
    Touch to try and I'll sly.
    I admire with gaze the feeling
    of every new flower hand reveling.
    But I run when I'm done and
    I hide blushing in delight.
    I adore when pampered
    that's because I'm in my teenaged.
    Learning, falling, dealing;
    Growing and grooming by presuming.
    I love what I'm dealing!
    May be this is healing
    or something I'm just dwelling.
    Oh! How I cherish my teenage,
    'coz I'm just a cheerful butterfly.