I don't know about butterflies
but
I know happiness.
In my stomach,
I feel only hunger,
fear
and sometimes indigestion;
but never butterflies.
Even when I see her
and she smiles at me,
I feel happy
but my stomach is inactive,
silent.
But
when our fingers interlock
her eyes meet mine
and our smiles parallel,
I cannot help
but
feel at home.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
I don't know about butterflies
but
I know happiness.
In my stomach,
I feel only hunger,
fear
and sometimes indigestion;
but never butterflies.
Even when I see her
and she smiles at me,
I feel happy
but my stomach is inactive,
silent.
But
when our fingers interlock
her eyes meet mine
and our smiles parallel,
I cannot help
but
feel at home.
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