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When someone is so close, so veryy veryy close to something extraordinary and perfect


Submitted:Mar 7, 2009    Reads: 85    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I wasn't sure if I liked you

But that day,

when I heard you wanted to talk to me

I got this feeling thatwas so easy and hard to explain.

It was so unique and foreign to me.

My face turned red.

My hands as cold as ice.

Every bone in my body wanting to run a mile.

My brain thinking of things to say,

that actually would make sense.

My stomach flipping and jumping and rumbling

everytime another word would appear on my screen.

Even now,I get the chills and the butterflies.

Butmy butterflies are like the bees.

They are soft and warm, and come out of no where.

Catching me off guard,

and making me nervous and scared.

But unlike bees, I love this feeling.

Because the whole time I had this,

the smile on my face never faded.

It only became larger and brigher.

And thats why this feeling is like unlikeany other.





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