First Draft: No name (bear with me)
Fluttering is the sound the butterfly makes
tumbling the stomach.
Can you diagnose my fear,
an anxious mind
with hearts desire.
Can you embrace this soul?
Explain, why mydriasis speaks louder
than a faltered tongue.
One can fall and stay falling.
I have a longing too.
It gets lonely.
Does that aphrodisiac smile in the moonlight across the park impress you?
Are WE indulging into the excitement of an adventure and its friendship?
A peacock is bolder and brighter than a canary; but it is not preferred as a radio songwriter.
Voice is a lullaby in a wasteland nightmare.
This the velvety noise heard,
in flush cheeks, sweaty palms, and short breathe.
For the look of admiration,
eyes are bright, the color of the Earth.
Have you acquired the courage to share you character?
There truly is no method to madness.
The banter playfully tugs
gentle patients away from the world
in which cliques place them
This has more power.
This has no weakness.
This emotion.
So many experience it, yet very few live with it.
