For when he appears,
My lungs fill with flowers
And for a moment I
Forget to breathe.
The slumberling caterpillar
In my stomach
Performs metamorphosis
And flutters around
Trying to break free.
The rivers named veins
Fill and rush to my chest,
To my head and
I forget to think.
For when he smiles,
His eyes come alive,
And I wonder
Does he thinks of me this way.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
For when he appears,
My lungs fill with flowers
And for a moment I
Forget to breathe.
The slumberling caterpillar
In my stomach
Performs metamorphosis
And flutters around
Trying to break free.
The rivers named veins
Fill and rush to my chest,
To my head and
I forget to think.
For when he smiles,
His eyes come alive,
And I wonder
Does he thinks of me this way.
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