flutter, flutter, flutter
that's the magical sound of those winged creatures fluttering aroundfluttering around in my organ, somewhere deep inside my body
as those winged creatures tickle the inside of my stomach,
as my heart takes a very teeny tiny jump, with a smile on it's face
(no silly, a heart has no face. but if it had a face, it would be smiling)
and as my head cannot stop thinking about anything but you,i'm sure i actually, really, like you
i really, really, fucking like youthose winged creatures crawl
those winged creatures flutter
those winged creatures made me realize,i might even be in love
i might even be so damn in love
BINABASA MO ANG
01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words