Butterflies
it comes as no surprise
this feeling of butterflies
inside me now
you always knew how
to make me nervous with anticipation
of just this situation
playing the 'just friends' game
all over again
proximity
equals chemistry
we say we'll ignore it
when we want to explore it
the optimist in me still hoping
that you'll give me the opening
I promised I'd resist
though your eyes insist
that it would be fine
to cross that line
just one more time
the butterflies inside
keep me on this side
of the line I shouldn't cross.
DJ McGonigal, October 2003
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