Butterflies

Rating: 4.5

The way you would smile at me,
sent a rush of blood upon my cheeks.

The way you would hold me tight,
made me feel so weak.

The way you would flip your hair,
told me you were always there.

You made me feel like I was falling in love.
You were a gift from high above.
I couldn't tell you nearly enough.
The way you made me feel was loved.

And even now when your gone...

Just thinking about you....

sends the butterflies home.

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Alex Segree 14 March 2010

Nice I like this one Jessica.

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