Poem: Butterflies {RandomSkittlehead}

When I was younger I would chase around butterflies

Stunned by their beauty, I wanted to keep them

But who would have thought that he’d be giving them to me for free?

These butterflies are restless

Constantly swarming around even with the slightest glance towards his direction

He’s breathtaking, these butterflies think so too

As lively as they are They sometimes drop, like lifeless birds In the pit of my stomach, it becomes heavy The thought of the possible rejection, their number one enemy These butterflies crave him As do I I will never be rid of these joyous creatures

As long as I know how to love from afar

The butterflies will remain in my life

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