Chapter 13 of 34

Butterflies

To My LoneWolf I Offer My Poetry62 words~1 min read

The cliché of how the butterflies inside the stomach,

Wobble around spinning turning the mind into a total maniac,

Indeed is the truest form of excitement.

Who knows how magical love could be to its extent?

I do.

Would you believe me?

I hope you do.

For you are the reason that had let me.

-Jef and his butterflies in the stomach

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