The butterflies fluttered within me.
Could I, Could I not.
The nervousness stretched along me.
Should I, Should I not.
The anticipation rocked in me.
I did it, I actually did it.
The excitement flowed through me.
I swiped left, Swiped right.
The relief filters through me.
I matched, I did not.
The happiness shone out of me.
I hope, I hope not.
The tenderness calms me.
I like him, I like him not.
The lust ignites in me.
Would I, Would I not.
The sadness roars at me.
I can do it, I cannot.
The sickness crashes over me.
What have I done, What do I do.
😺
Nadea x
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Sunflowers And Mud
Poetry🌻🌻 A sunflower is known to always look towards the light right. Well, sometimes the mud that is surrounding the plant crawls up onto it's stem. And so the sunflower looks down as the darkness devours em'. The light is still shining ever so brigh...
