The butterflies in her stomache,
They meant something Dear.
Afraid she was to tell you,
For ruining things was her fear.
It wasn't just her stomache,
Her head hurt fromt he thoughts.
The more she thought about it,
The more she thought, why not?
She told herself,
"Tell him, it might help in the end."
But she knew it couldn't happen,
All he wanted was to be friends.