He entered,
She saw,
There were butterflies,
She didn't show,
But turned away,
Played pretend.
He passed by,
She sat still,
Her friends giggled,
She turned pink.
He's watching,
They said,
Turn back,
Her heart cried,
She couldn't,
Oh, these butterflies.
He passed by,
She sat still,
Her friends giggled,
She turned pink.
He's walking around,
They said,
She began to dive deep,
Into her thoughts,
She did turn pink,
But managed, to hide her laugh.
He passed by,
She sat still,
Her Friends giggled,
She turned pink.
She left the room,
But came back,
Stood outside,
Knew it was wrong,
But oh, these butterflies,
Once again, she left with the crowd.
She passed by,
He sat still,
Pulled out his phone,
She heard, a heart cry,
Along with her own.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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