Blushing cheeks reveal
hidden feelings
suppressed for just the right time
When the butterflies calm
and the words won't get caught in
my throat, and my feet
no longer stick to the ground
as if my nerves have poured
from my body and are
drying like cement
holding me in place
But forever butterflies never calm
fluttering in my stomach
every time I see your face
And I hope they never do.
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