What Is That Thing Called
What do I feel like writing?
Oh yeah, I am going to write about special feeling called love
Is it love?
You don’t know what to call it
But you know that you are happy when you see that person
You eyes lit up like a firecracker
You tummy is dancing a little dance
All butterflies are flying circling your inside
You barely breathe
You hold your breath without you knowing it
Your stomach feels extremely tight
What is up?
Are you not in control of your body?
Ha, not by the slightest
You feel rushes of giddiness
For no reason
Oh yeah
You are totally in a floated state
Butterflies all around
And the funny thing is
It goes on forever
It won’t stop
You may have to call a paramedic
For a remedy cure
If there is one
A state of light-headedness
Jovial and oblivion
To things around you
Ahh you’d better not be driving
You can hardly manage yourself
Okay I think I barely touch the surface
But you know I am trying
I'm barely able to handle it
I am hyperventilating
And I like it, lol
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