Everyone says
It's butterflies
They feel
In their stomachs
Especially when talking
To her
But not me
I don't feel butterflies
Fluttering away
And threatening to choke me up
It's fireworks
Exploding
One after the other
Firecrackers
Shooting off
Like it's the fourth of July
Sparklers go off
Whenever she walks by
And I can't swallow sparklers
And fireworks
Like people can with butterflies
Butterflies
Are quiet
And fireworks
Alert the whole world
I don't want
The whole world to know
How I feel
They don't need to know
Only her
Only she needs to know
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
