I'm a bird in your arms- all feathers and hollow bones. My stomach and my heart are not really a mass of tissue and blood and veins. They're just a bunch of butterflies ready to fly up, up and away. ○●○● Love letters in verse. From Him to Her. From Her to Him. ○●○● Highest Rank: #545 in Poetry on 8 January 2016 ○●○●