Falling in love.
Frantically flapping their wings inside my rib cage,
Searching desperately for an exit.
Beating their wings against my liver,
So that it's awkward to carry a conversation.
Every single time your name barges its way into my thoughts,
Those butterflies awaken,
My tongue stumbles,
The cerebral cortex neglects to function,
and I am at a loss once again.
To look up into those eyes,
and see them returning the gaze...
All of this ridiculous flapping is gladly worth the discomfort.
I indulge in this feeling.
The decadence of being cared for.
This is delectable,
as the butterflies make their way out of my throat.
Poetry by Marie-Elisabeth Rose
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Written on 2009-02-08 at 17:07
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Butterflies
Again with those relentless butterflies;Frantically flapping their wings inside my rib cage,
Searching desperately for an exit.
Beating their wings against my liver,
So that it's awkward to carry a conversation.
Every single time your name barges its way into my thoughts,
Those butterflies awaken,
My tongue stumbles,
The cerebral cortex neglects to function,
and I am at a loss once again.
To look up into those eyes,
and see them returning the gaze...
All of this ridiculous flapping is gladly worth the discomfort.
I indulge in this feeling.
The decadence of being cared for.
This is delectable,
as the butterflies make their way out of my throat.
Poetry by Marie-Elisabeth Rose
Read 645 times
Written on 2009-02-08 at 17:07
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