Friday, November 20, 2015
The Butterflies Inside Me
There's so many things I'd like to say to you, but I'll only remember when I walk away. It's too late. Sorry for not being so bold but I am only human and a young one at that.
A work in progress I am. Timid and quiet I try not to be, but whenever you come around things get different. At night I try to practice my words. How I will make you laugh or interest you further into me but in all reality, it never works that way.
I think it's just you. Some powerful force that shells me up inside. I'm still not sure if the butterflies should be going as much as they do but one thing I know for sure. It's only you that has this hold on me.
-Tiffany Li
Labels:
Heartbreak,
Love,
Love Letters,
Pain,
Poems,
Poetry,
Relationships,
Writer,
Writing
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