From the joyful movements of their flutter
To the stumbled words I can barely utter
The feeling of my chest rapidly sinking in
I stared, unable to stop myself from drinking in
the glorious sight that stood before me
Wondering whether us will ever come to be
I can barely keep them under control
Bouncing, soaring, emphasising their toll
Then he held on
And they playfully fluttered
Then he let out a laugh
And my eyes ever slightly watered
In that moment I silently pondered
Wondering whether us will ever come to be.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
From the joyful movements of their flutter
To the stumbled words I can barely utter
The feeling of my chest rapidly sinking in
I stared, unable to stop myself from drinking in
the glorious sight that stood before me
Wondering whether us will ever come to be
I can barely keep them under control
Bouncing, soaring, emphasising their toll
Then he held on
And they playfully fluttered
Then he let out a laugh
And my eyes ever slightly watered
In that moment I silently pondered
Wondering whether us will ever come to be.