"flutteries" poems
i love the way you touch my back as you walk by
and
the way you catch my eye in class just to smile
i've started getting flutteries in my stomach when we talk
i don't know what's going on
but i really like it
if only you felt the same way
but there's another
a boy with ridiculously curly hair
hidden under an ever-present hat
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
i've gotten over it
mostly.
now it's just
the flutteries
and that's only when you
look at me
or talk to me
or are particularly close
this is good.
i'm not sure how long
i could have lasted
in the state i was in before.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC