I might actually
Get up the nerve
To talk to you tomorrow.
Maybe not.
Maybe I'm just
fooling myself.
Either way,
I'm excited because
I might get to see you.
Which stirs butterflies
In my stomach,
In nervousness.
In excitement.
How do you do this
To me when
No one else can?
You cause me
To be excited over
Just seeing you.
Or getting you to
Smile at me
With that gorgeous smile.
Or maybe
Actually talking to you.
Maybe.
Or causing me to have
Butterflies, when I look at you,
And you're already looking at me.
All I feel is
Butterflies and
Excitement.
YOU ARE READING
Love Me, Love Me Not.
PoetryLove is different. Love is kind. Love doesn't judge. Love is always there, some place. Love doesn't leave. Love can be tough sometimes, but always works out in the end.
