Please don’t look at me like that
I know it’s unfair
You can’t see in my head, after all
But can’t you see what it does to me?
My face might be still
But the butterflies are trying to get free
Locked in my stomach
Their wings tickle me
I know you can’t help it
It’s just the way you are
But when you look in my eyes
Part of me cries
It’s wrong, it’s not real
I’m just a lonely girl
Desperation flows in my blood
But still, I have to beg
Please don’t look at me like that
It’s screwing up my head.

Hi! My name is Bluebell Rizzi, I’m a poet because I believe poetry purges the soul 🙂
My blog is bluebellforawhile.wordpress.com

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3 thoughts on “Butterflies

  1. So well described, and soulful too…

  2. The end a little sad, but parts are really pretty. I like it 🙂

  3. I found the lonely girl interesting.

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