The Caterpillar
The caterpillar
Alone and unwanted
Goes into hiding, never to be seen again
The butterfly
Beautiful and alive
Remembers not its ugly past
I am what is and what should never be
I am the caterpillar
The Show
The curtains open
The lights turn on
The music plays
The show begins
The show ends
The music dies
The lights turn black
The curtains close
The audience erupts in silent applause
Betrayed
I now know something I wasn’t meant to learn
It wasn’t anything that I deserved or that I earned
Not necessarily cheating but definitely a betrayal
I thought I’d proven my love to her but obviously, I failed
When I needed her most she wanted me less
I'll always remember the taste of her warm caress
She was the love of my life and honestly, she is still
I’ll love her until the day I die, I'll love her always, I will
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Keggercast is an entertainment company. We book comedy and music shows in Imperial Valley, CA. and Yuma, AZ. We interview local entertainers and businesses.
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