ButterfliesA Poem by Adora.xoblehHow do I
tell him that... His
syllables sink into my pores And push
my p-u_l-s_e- until I can’t Breathe. That it
gets faster and faster Until the
friction of his gravelly Voice against
my Nerves Sends shockwaves into my Everything. That
those tiny infinite sparks ignite my thoughts Until all
that is left is my words Melted Like liquid gold, Sliding down
my s-p-i-n-e Into the pit of my stomach. How do I
tell him that I am
quite certain, That’s
where butterflies come from, From the shivering knots in my belly... Bursting forth to meet his words With nervous
giggles. How do I tell him? © 2014 Adora.xoReviews
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Added on March 28, 2014Last Updated on March 28, 2014 Tags: romantic AuthorAdora.xoThe One That's Non-Existant As Far As You're Concerned., British Columbia, CanadaAboutSo that you will hear me So that you will hear me my words sometimes grow thin as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches. Necklace, drunken bell for your hands smooth as grapes. And I wat.. more..Writing
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