Butterflies
As I sit up here thinking what can I do
My heat beats a beat that noone will know
Love gets me going morning evening night
Seeing his face his touch is the greatest sight
Butterflies are singing swirling in my stomach
Hes healing my broken heart bruised broken mean
The pieces come together the puzzle finally whole
This is the greatest stuff I've ever felt or seen
Copyright © Christina Marks | Year Posted 2019
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