ForcefulFlutters

i watch as my pen doodles butterflies all over the page

floating.

dancing..

prancing..

freely..

performing within these white lines as their stage

conversations leave my heart starting to expand

but i contract it back with a strong reprimand

forcing emotions to express through a rhythmical line

while tingling sensations caress the traces of my spine
could i tell this poet that they penetrate my mental so deep
that visions of them paint across my mind as i drift to sleep
i shouldnt...

shhhh!

i force my ink to leak the secrets that i keep
as letters quietly script syllables along my bare chest
and all the similies sent my way
i slowly savor and ingest
as black stains bleed out the feelings
that i am forced to suppress
gradually learning beyond what the simple eyes may see

as clear as monotones, but only partially
trying clearly to not overstep any lines or boundaries

realizations revealing that this time in space is probably not meant for we.

unfortunately...

i smile that soft unfortunate smiles knowing that they dont belong to me
but something in this life sent their footsteps across my passageway
and im not stressing the reason or why, i just want their prints to stay
even if only for another day
i want to openly confess, stand up and profess
that they are doing something really unexplainable to me, but i sit quietly
declaring my emotions ....

as i doodle butterflies

fluttering silently