by Miranda
it's hard to say that sometimes i don't know what to say,
and what i do, sometimes, comes out in a different way.
You say i make you smile, but you really do to me.
i begin to look at you and the reason is because,
im thinking of why i like you.
You wonder why but i say it's nothing
but really and truly it's always something.
my stomach fills with butterflies when we sit close,
but it makes me smile, makes me comfortable
i've never felt this way before, this feeling has suddenly come
it's light and warm like the afternoon sun.
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