What Gives Me Butterflies

There´s a certain feeling in your stomach

It flies around, like flags in the air

It comes every so often- you need no prayer,

because it can see you from above

It hears you from downstairs, your despairs and pairs

of hands, you wish would hold you tight

in December nights.

 

In between the lines- you´ll be hoping for these feelings,

maybe someday- For they´re the hands of love-

but of friends, family, neighbors- Thereof-

All you could hold dear- what could go like sand

The ones who give you reassurance every day

You love the feelings given, because they´re the butterflies of time

and you just adore how they remind you,

 

of a time in which hours flew

You love how they remind you

that so many people love you- Even new

They tell you every day in the hall,

but it never stops the smile in your face

This is the beauty of friendships you hold dear

This is the beauty of knowing there´s no fear

This is the beauty of knowing there´s a new year

to start it over again. 

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