Sunday, September 4, 2011

Butterflies


They creep up and flutter in my stomach. 
They wander and swell.
I’m different
I’m happy
put under a spell.
They rise up
and stop in my neck.
I’m nervous
scared.
Oh what the heck.
They climb up to my mouth,
And make me smile.
This is why talking to you
is so worth my while.

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