I miss
the butterflies
in my stomach
you used
to give me.
Because now
they are
replaced
by bees and
every thought
of you stings.
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The Echo Of Inner Voices
PoetryNope. Na-ah. Don't read this. This is just a silly writing prompts out of despair, loneliness, anger, joy, self-love and so on. It means, these are just random thoughts that popped in my noggin and I don't want to bore you, but I also hit "Publish"...
Butterflies
I miss
the butterflies
in my stomach
you used
to give me.
Because now
they are
replaced
by bees and
every thought
of you stings.
