I feel these butterflies biting at the lining of my stomach,
And that shock burning through my veins every time your hand brushes mine,
Sitting at this table
In this bar,
Drawing our names on napkins,
And sipping Dr. Pepper,
It's obvious what's going on.
But I've cried “love” too many times, and no one will believe us now.
And that shock burning through my veins every time your hand brushes mine,
Sitting at this table
In this bar,
Drawing our names on napkins,
And sipping Dr. Pepper,
It's obvious what's going on.
But I've cried “love” too many times, and no one will believe us now.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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