Butterflies cut up my insides
with their knife-like wings
Their wings that flutter and caress.
The burning sensation in my cheeks
scarlet taking over my face.
A fire has lit underneath me,
melting frozen memories.
A silent song plays
making my toes tap to an impatient beat.
Keeping time 'till we see another again
discovering glistening jewels, in the wait.
Lips tingle for the sensation to speak.
Glancing eyes scattering through
dazed and dim faces and
yours exposes through the dark.
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i love this.
the words come together great!
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