i sit alone
in my room
and think of you
old emotions resurface
feeling the graze of wings
from the ghosts of butterflies
that once flew about
in my stomach
why am i allowing you
to consume me daily
when i haven't
seen your face
in years
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
i sit alone
in my room
and think of you
old emotions resurface
feeling the graze of wings
from the ghosts of butterflies
that once flew about
in my stomach
why am i allowing you
to consume me daily
when i haven't
seen your face
in years
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