No, I’m not talking about regular butterflies
or the type you get when you tell lies
neither when you feel nervous
nor when you feel perturb-ous
I dare wager you would’ve fathomed it by now
the type of butterflies I get;
are the ones you endow
whenever I walk along the paths you fret
the heart cannot convince the brain
about how perfect you are
my soul alone cannot accept it again
that I have gaze upon you from afar
it\'s like time stops
the only thing in motion is my beating heart
and my shaking hands
the pumping heart ready at any moment, to plop out
a single eye contact, and your smile is printed in my brain
it\'s so beautiful, it’s so insane, that I found you, so divine
I imagine us dancing alluringly in the rain
but sadly to you,I’m just a moonshine
i speak, and they scatter
he laughs, and they swarm
every glance, every word
a thunderstorm in soft form
his presence and suddenly
my stomach is a garden riot
not roses, not tulips
just butterflies, active and defiant
so yes, you give me butterflies every single time
I know it sounds super cliché
god I just wish that you were mine
without any delay
-maddie