When I need to get my happy place
I just think of an idea of genuine love
Or memories of genuine love itself.
Giving me butterflies in the pit of my stomach
I like the feeling
Because to me,
It is just a remainder of the person I am.
I am a lover, warm, and sensitive soul.
When I need to get to that happy place
It takes me there...
With those butterflies fluttering about
Reminding me of when I get lost
Have forgotten who I am,
Of just that... the real me...
-
Devika chakkingal
Yr.
12
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