I have yet to acquire the love
That is spoken of fondly in faint whispers
By naive, young girls
The all consuming
Saucer eyed
Butterflies-in-your-stomach love
The love that makes one sick
With anxiousness
And giddy
With excitement
And while I wish I had felt it with you
It seems like a terribly hopeless thing to be in
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
I have yet to acquire the love
That is spoken of fondly in faint whispers
By naive, young girls
The all consuming
Saucer eyed
Butterflies-in-your-stomach love
The love that makes one sick
With anxiousness
And giddy
With excitement
And while I wish I had felt it with you
It seems like a terribly hopeless thing to be in
