the mere mention of his name takes me to a place
where crushes are carefully crafted with sweet nothings and side smiles upon the wings of butterflies that make their presence known
swirling about crowding my thoughts
Thinking about he
we
"Do you like him, like him?"
Avoiding this questions at all costs
That second like holds my feelings
holds my answer
not with words but with
a giggle
regressing to a moment
where
he smiled
i melted
Yes I think upon the wings of butterflies is where I will stay
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