I've traded the butterflies in my stomach for birds
woodpeckers,— they seem to be of the groans
I have around
you.
tap, tap, tap
There goes the sound of my love for you,
flying south to the warmest parts of
my heart
Truly I am bird shy in expressing my love
Is this truly
love?
Butterflies are birds now
May 18, 2022
May 18, 2022 at 2:42 PM UTC
I've traded the butterflies in my stomach for birds
woodpeckers,— they seem to be of the groans
I have around
you.
tap, tap, tap
There goes the sound of my love for you,
flying south to the warmest parts of
my heart
Truly I am bird shy in expressing my love
Is this truly
love?
Butterflies are birds now
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