söndag 13 februari 2011

Stomach, meet butterflies

His hair is dark,
so is his eyes,
every time I meet those eyes i lose it,
I don't flirt,
I always flirt,
but I can't,
maybe it's because this time I have something to lose.

he's funny, but seems a bit lost,
but he's oh so nice,
but maybe he's just a dream,
all his beauty lies in the distance between us,
the not knowing,
maybe when revealing ourselfs,
to each other,

the beauty disapears?

But for now,
Stomach meet butterflies...

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