Butterflies Make Me
Butterflies make me
Shiver
And speachless.
My mind freezes,
My blood flows backwards.
Butterflies make me
Quiver
And breathless.
My being astounded,
My faith questionable.
Butterflies make me in
Flatter
And break hearts.
My selfish desires satisfied,
My heart left to joy.
Deep in my stomach
They fly and never stop,
They laugh till they shed tears,
They love but for a little time,
Butterflies make me!
Copyright © Steven Ureke | Year Posted 2020
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