Butterflies

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  • Love

    Butterflies
    something inside me
    that makes my heart weak
    everytime i think
    a tear faids in my eye

    somone to hold me
    someone close to me
    a friend that is mine

    i thought i was Independent
    i guess i was wrong
    but then again its every girls
    dream

    to have that craving
    that something flotting in there belly such as butterflies

    and it cases these tears i cry
    knowing i want someone to share
    my heart with but there is no won too hold on too

    something inside me
    that makes my heart weak
    everytime i think
    a tear faids in my eye

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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