When you looked at me
The dust settling in my stomach
Turned to butterflies,
My smile gleamed like gold.
But now my heart is cold
because now
you're looking at me again
but this time
there's no love in your eyes
And the butterflies in my stomach
have committed suicide.
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all the things I never said
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." -robert frost A collection of heartbreak, trauma, childhood nostalgia, and love written by yours truly. and without further ado.. here are all the things i never sai...
