Butterflies Poem by Trinity Bella

Butterfly's.
Everywhere.

Not just in the air,
But in her stomach.

It's the feeling she gets
When she likes someone.

She can't love him,
'Cause she's too young.

But these butterfly's,
The good kind,
The fluttery feeling in her stomach.

Red blossoms on her cheeks.
She stutters,
She fidgets,
She likes him.

She never looks him in the eye,
He wonders why.

Butterfly's.
That fluttery feeling in your stomach,
It's a funny feeling,
Liking someone.

When he asks her a question,
She replies short.

What she doesn't know,
Is that he likes her back.

'Till one day,
When she's hurt,
In need of comfort,
He'll most likely be there.

And just when she's so stubborn
She says she's fine,
She doesn't need any help,
He tells her the reason why he's always there...

'I like you.
You make me see light,
Though I've hidden in the shadows for so long.
You make me smile,
Which I haven't done in a while.
I've thought many bad things,
My heart hurts whenever you're gone.
When I'm with you my heart sings.'

Tears well up in her eyes from what he said,
She knows she's not dreaming,
This can't be happening,
She feels like screaming.

Then she feels something.
She smiles,
There goes those Butterfly's again...