Butterflys

A girl struggling to speak to one she fancys

Why is that..

I can freely speak to friends

but struggle with the one i fancy?

 

My words,

are like the butterflys

in my stomach

 

Everytime i see you,

they fly away free

leaving me silent..

 

Pass me a net

to capture my words

allowing me to speak

 

I no longer want to be a stranger

which passes you day by day

keeping my mouth shut

 

Even so,

I know butterflys live amongst you

escaping everytime you seeme

 

Two silent people

equals an unfair equation

with no answers

 

will we ever

get to know each other?

oh how i wish...

 

someday my butterflys

will remain trapped

allowing me to speak freely

The End

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