I don't believe
That I have ever felt this feeling before
I constantly catch myself falling, tripping to the floor
I catch myself Glaring
Yes, glaring,
Down at that dang floor
Down at my
Perfect tied shoe laces
What is there to trip on?
I keep a fine stride
Good pace
Keep a blasé look
On my face
Got good balance
Hands firmly held by my waist
But then my eyes
Reach yours
I scan every twist and turn
And try to take the detour
(But I find i want the WHOLE tour)
And suddenly my posture is askew
M
y face is a bright, red hue
My hands fly up
Cover up my face
Fake cough
Till I've managed to finally run away
And I find
That I'm
Still tripping over
My imaginary shoe laces
I find myself
Falling victim
To the same pattern
Same type of thing
Seems to happen on the daily
The term that I've seem
To come to terms with
Is that I've got a bad case
Of "butterflies in my belly"
My imaginary laces
That always knocks me on my faces
Is a very real case of
Tripping on my feelings
On my feelings for you
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Poems I guess
Poetryuhhh hi there. This is a book of my poems that I wrote. And songs I wrote. The songs will probably be the super long ones, so hopefully you can figure them out. Be warned, I tend to write as a way to vent so some of these may be sad. But most of th...
