Numb.

I had this vision, which led me here. A part of me keeps bothering. When or how it will ever feel that way again. The butterflies in the stomach, blossoms in my garden. Little things that make my day. Will it ever come again?

These nights come without permission, without answers..just questions. They say don't rush love, or it'll run away. Maybe it's true, but when will come the day?
It's too much, teach me how to contain. No more blossoms , no more butterflies. Did 'Spring' miss its train?

Oh but hey, you're the pretty one, they say. Don't worry there will come the day. When your heart skips a beat, and him sweeping your feet off the ground. Remember, keep not only heart but eyes open. Don't fall into the same hole, or make the same mistakes.

My my what I'd do to make it come true. The butterflies in the stomach, blossoms in my garden. Little things that make my day. Too cold right here, the sun's been shining there. Will 'Winter' soon walk away?

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