The feeling of your hand rub against my leg.
Not knowing where your hand has been,
I take it to interlock with mine.
My broken heart slowly shooting sparks.
The butterflies awake in my stomach.
My feet are lifted off the ground as my head is in the clouds.
Your hand slips out of mine,
and into another.
Now her feet are lifted.
Now her heart is shooting sparks.
I see the twinkle in her eyes as she looks at you.
My heart stopped shooting sparks.
My feet found the ground.
I hands are in my pockets.
Until you come back around...