Sep 2015
Butterflies are in my eyes.
They dance around my head
in hovering halos &
make it hard to disguise
my nerves, while words spill out;
tripping over one another
in my seldom uttered stutters.
They dance around my head
in hovering halos &
make it hard to disguise
my nerves, while words spill out;
tripping over one another
in my seldom uttered stutters.
