The butterflies in my stomach seem drunk.
Fluttering about in different directions.
But amongst the chaos I still feel a sense of
peace and calm when I’m with you.
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
The butterflies in my stomach seem drunk.
Fluttering about in different directions.
But amongst the chaos I still feel a sense of
peace and calm when I’m with you.