Foolish Love

What should I do with these butterflies in me?
Should I put all of this in a cage?
Or let it out and create a new page?
I'm lost in myself whenever I'm with you.
My mind is blank; caught my eyes staring into the blue.
I don't know how to handle this awkwardness,
But I feel nothing but happiness—
The eagerness inside, longing to confess that I love you.

Those times when you were by my side,
I can clearly hear my blood rush,
On its way, making me blush.
Sometimes my thighs were bruised,
From the pinches I gave,
Just to let this red in my face go loose.
This feels so weird, I sound's so naive