Butterflies

You’re so oblivious

Really.

 

I mean, here I am

Watching your every move

 

Your laugh,

It makes my insides

Flip

Flop

It makes me smile.

 

Those butterflies,

Inside me,

I think,

I think they’re pretty worn out.

But still,

They keep fluttering around.

 

They obviously like you

Like I do,

Kinda.

Okay, quite a bit

A lot

Too much.

Reviews

[koty bell]

i loved the poem especially the ending grest writing:)

[Sherwette]

wow I like how you striked away some words :)

[dieuxsansculte]

A wonderful bit of poetry direct from the source, the heart.

If you still have those butterflies a year from now (or ten or twenty years) that's how you'll know that it's for real.