You give me butterflies
but not the gentle ones.
The ones that cluster in skies,
the ones that chase suns.
Your laugh is music to my hears
but not the soft ones.
The ones that bring tears
after so many puns.
You make me smile
but not the ones you see everyday.
It's the one that goes on for miles
that I bit my lip before I say,
"Really now?" You made me blush,
not pink, but red.
Maybe this is just a crush
but you "maybe" had me dead.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
You give me butterflies
but not the gentle ones.
The ones that cluster in skies,
the ones that chase suns.
Your laugh is music to my hears
but not the soft ones.
The ones that bring tears
after so many puns.
You make me smile
but not the ones you see everyday.
It's the one that goes on for miles
that I bit my lip before I say,
"Really now?" You made me blush,
not pink, but red.
Maybe this is just a crush
but you "maybe" had me dead.