A sweeping feeling
Crosses your face
A pace
Of rapid motion
A notion
Of life
Who knows
The power of prose
As I'm captivated by a candy rose
Sweet scent filling the air
Despair
Cant help but run
Its fun
Taunting, and teasing
My mind
I find
I cant deny
And I ask why?
Why would someone hurt you
Why would someone make you cry
Jealousy
Mostly
Butterflies flutter fretfully
As I say goodnight
And I go home at a slower pace
Knowing nothing cant take the smile from my face
:)