Poetry

I Like How It Feels

I think of getting to know you
And my tummy does flips
I’m not sure what that means
But I like how it feels
Except when I stutter
And fumble for my words
When I am around you
I get nervous like that
Then I think I am trying too hard
And worry that you might notice
But I still like how it feels
When my tummy does flips
Because you’re on its mind
And it can’t quite contain itself.

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