A collection of my poems. Most of them are my feelings and some of them are just my imagination and scenarios of the fictional movie, that goes inside my head 24*7
Hope y'all will read the reflections of my heart and relate to it.
Thank you. I'd w...
Butterflies... The ones that fly Oh, they make me smile... The ones that make me shy Oh, they come once in a while.. . . . Butterflies... They make me feel flimsy... Sometimes I get clumsy... Bumping into walls, tables, and what so ever.. I wasn't like this, before I met you.. This happens I see you whenever....!!! . . Butterflies..... They flutter each time your hand brush against mine... I flush but I act I'm fine....! They mumble something inaudible.. What they say it's not decodable.. It happens whenever I see someone like you or even when I hear your name... When you look at me, put your hand on my shoulder... Everytime I feel the same...!!! . . When you come suddenly and hug me from the back pressing your hands on my eyes asking me to guess who you are.. ! Let me tell you.....I feel you, your presence, your scent, your sense, even when you're far....!
I want to answer to this question slowly removing your hand from my eyes and say... That "You... You are my life... The feeling of my existence... You make me feel alive...! "
But, I've to keep it to myself I can't say this.. No, I can't...! This ocean is too deep for me And I fear how can I dive...? . . . Butterflies... This happens When you bite a bit of the chocolate and put it into my mouth saying that this increases intimacy..... It makes my cheeks burn red, my throat choke, when I feel you near me.. But I say "Yeah, I don't doubt on it's accuracy. "
Stealing a look away from you to hide my feelings when you turn me around again... I can't help but blush all my efforts gone in vain..... ! The way your eyes scan me it sends a rush down my spine and I feel my cheeks burning everytime.. The way you put your hands on my face gliding them to my neck The butterflies flutter from the depth of my abdomen wandering their way to come out but remain captivated in my throat in the form of emotions that are left untold.. Feelings left untouched... And a phase Unrevealed... . . . Butterflies.... Your touch is not only the cause... Your name, your feeling.. Or just even a thought is enough to make them flutter....! It makes my heart beat a pound, breaths heavy and the words in my throat clutter...!
. . You, only You have this effect on me I don't know if this will ever change... It used to happen then, it happens now and always It's so strange...!
Let me tell you one last thing This won't change... Neither my feelings.. Or your effect on me... Nor these Butterflies..... 🦋
-Highroad Fairy... 🧚
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