Butterflies
Something about him
makes me feel the way I do.
Not sure what it is...
I think I may love him
but is it really true?
Everyday I ask myself is this a feeling
Is this how I really feel?
Is this fate?
Is this happening?
Is this really real?
Not sure
but I wanna know.
I can sit and wait
but its those butterflies that
have that affect...
that lil stir.
Butterflies,
where did you come from?
Not sure you will go away
But this guy I think I love him
Maybe I will tell him someday!!!
Copyright © Rachel Sanders | Year Posted 2012
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