Butterflies dont know when to stop when I'm near you

This feeling is really something new

The way you walk

The way you talk

Is just interesting to me

But i dont know why

Is there something that I cant see

Am I blind

For this type of feeling

Kept inside of my mind

Even if I knew

I'd still be waiting in a queue

For my question to be answered

For all this to be dead

And these feelings to be said





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