Every time you used to touch me.
A spark ran throughout my body.
I over-heated.
Butterflies swarmed my stomach.
Now when you touch me.
A shiver runs throughout my body.
I become cold.
Disgust swarms my stomach.
The butterflies died.
The heat doubted.
The spark darkened.
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PuisiAll pieces of poetry are based off true stories; Give credit; Hope you relate and I think most will; I <3 you guys; Thanks Keys; Love your Keeper Of The Keys
