It's crazy when, the warning signs can feel like the butterflies.
She said feel but don't fall
And if you think you're about to fall, simply don't feel.
The millennial humane, who gives you butterflies in the stomach is worth nothing
None of your time. None of your heart skips.
The butterflies ain't real and if they were the stomach won't drop
Instead the fluttering wings of the magical insect has to take your heart up higher
All the way to your thinking organ
So you love but sure as hell also give space to the mind
To think and analyze
Are the butterflies real
Are they worth your tears
My answer would be no
Beacuse the millennial love goes how?, I have now idea
But I'm here to tell you of how a millennial love should be
Should make your heart flutter, but not nervous, tis not a good sign
Should not wreck your heart and make it beat frantic
But the pulse calm, kind just like his eyes
And if you ever feel like it's about to beat right our of your chest,
You whisper into his ear your concern
He switches the crimson read organ and says, have mine instead, give me yours in return
Beacuse you exchange hearts but you keep them in your pocket, maybe if you fitted them, instead yours you'd know about you, how he feels for
Beacuse then you quite literally have his heart, it's yours to keep
So keep it well but if you don't, then be it all in vain, the aforementioned things
In vain, the i love yous in vain the you're mine
And then it's said
Feel but don't fall, and if you're thinking you're about to fall, simply don't feel
The feeling you talk about, tis supposed to make your heart skip a beat, yes that too. But most importantly tis supposed to make you feel like you finally gonna rise.
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Silk Tether
Poetry•a collection• Poems and/or prompts Trapped in the maze of choices, exhausted in the closed off chaos I wandered to find an answer but I am lost in a maze, In the darkness We only have to believe in us, don't let go of my two hands ...
