butterflies what you see in a field full of flowers,
warmth what you feel under your blanket at night,
home a house full of family members you have known your whole life,
addiction is with a substance you can't touch.
yet here i am feeling butterflies in my stomach,
feeling warmth in your presence,
you are my home yet a barley know you,
my heart is addicted to you ...i am in love with you
~ sharna
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saying less is saying enough
Poetrywith day to day things saying how you feel is hard but writing them down is easier
