It's a sense of peace
No need to impress, though I'll still dress
like I do
No expectations or presuppositions
It's all just one quiet ride down the lazy river
And I'm more than pleased with the pace of the flow
I'm sorry if this seems odd-
I won't deny that it is
but when you enter the room,
my old flutterfly friends spring to life
and I haven't felt that way in awhile.
Usually, the thought that there's not a symbiotic reaction
would quell the flight plan taking shape as you approach
But for the first time in a long time
I guess I'm not too concerned
Perhaps the fact that there's no chance of it advancing
Creates a sense of satisfaction with the brush of an arm
I'm more than aware that you and I are just friends
Which is why these illicit flutterflies are all the more enjoyable
At least I'm kind of admitting it now
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