Butterflies in my stomach
As we walked past never changing stares
They judge as if they know about us
Well baby, our love is the talk of town.
Our love is on the limelight
And every move we make could mean a different thing.
So we put a mask for everyone to love
And then escape this crowd that's always full of hate.
I'd never get tired of running
As long as im with you.
I'd never get tired of hiding
Cause i love every disguise we put.
I'd never get tired of loving
As long as i could feel yours too.
Id never get tired of you baby
Cause every butterfly is caused by you.
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Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
