There's a painting on the wall. It has ladybugs on it.
How many spots do the ladybugs have?
It seems simple, right? You could just count?
But what about the spots you can't see?
Everybody has these spots, but no one can see them.
So here's my question: How do you count a ladybug's spots?
First I see a raven,
Strong and dark.
Now I see an eagle,
Majestic and mighty.
Now I see a crow,
So similar to the raven.
Now I see a feather,
Alone and indistinct.
Finally I see the birds.
His hair, his eyes.
How I love his smile, his laugh.
So funny, so sweet.
Always making me smile, and giggle.
But I’m trapped in the friend zone.
He’s so much more to me, but I’m just a friend.
Bubbly and bright, yet always faking it.
Ridiculous and strange, always an outcast.
Insidious and dark, with too much to hide.
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