I see into their soul from across the room and have butterflies.
My world becomes heaven as I see them walking and talking with their friends.
My brain gets a rush but I can't tell the difference between the feelings I have.
I want to tell her how I feel about them but I don't know if I can trust her.
My blood boils at the thought of them liking her.
I'm praying that it's not my brain making me feel this way.
I finalize my feelings and I'm disappointed at the outcome.
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Life
PoetryJust poems on what happens in my personal life and random things. Interpreting is up to you.
