Butterflies

My heart pumps faster, as he comes near,
Him not liking me is my greatest fear.
Little winged insects fluttering around,
Their wings sliding together, such a beautiful sound.
His eyes twinkling a golden brown,
If I were queen, I'd give him a crown.
When he talks, I stutter.
When he asks a question, I mutter.
I would trust him with my heart,
That is if it hadn't fallen apart.
Fallen apart, when I saw him kissing a girl,
When I saw that it was an end to my world.





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