My heart flutters,
What the hell is this feeling?
I'm not used to this. Those butterflies.
It's been a year since I truly felt them.
But I look at her. Some people call her bad things.
We used to do it to each other.
No one would've expected us to be together.
I see her smile, and I smile back.
I don't care about how she looks on the outside.
I love her personality. She's tough but a teddy bear.
I want nothing more than to hug her tightly.
And I love her.
I love her.
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Kenn's Book Of Poems
PoetryWelcome to my book of poems, made by me. Every time I write a song, I'll put a fragment of it in, or just put a regular poem in. Are you ready for another bad poem?
