Little Creatures
tiny little creatures dancing on my insides.
tiny little ants building to make a whole.
tiny little demons make me world go spinning.
everything inside me is made by me.
everything going on is because of me.
everything i do is because im me.
wondering why tiny butterflies stir.
wondering if my time will fly.
wondering why i make me cry.
maybe its not about me it never was.
maybe its about him.
maybe because the whethering does.
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