Butterflies

I just came up with this on the spot.

Not the kind you see.

But the kind you feel.

Like when you smile.

Or when you hold my hand.

The kind that form slowly.

Until suddenly, one day,

They just never leave.

You give me butterflies

As often as you cross my mind.

All the time.

Author's Note

Be nice. c:

Reviews

[Kate Henderson]

The last stanza is really beautiful. Great work once again.

[Coyote Poetry]

"You give me butterflies
As often as you cross my mind.
All the time."
Beautiful and kind words. No weakness in your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Steven Croat]

Nice piece! I liked it :)

[Emily]

The ending just pulls it all together, Love it!

[maria ( rose)]

Not the kind you see.
But the kind you feel. Love the whole concept to your poem. awesome!
-maria