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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