Poetry / Beautiful Thing

Can’t find a thing to wear, can’t get rid of these butterflies.
How can I compete with all her other guys?
Just be myself, that’s what my mom told me,
But what if she can’t see my inner beauty.
Get to her house, my hands drenched in sweat,
This is the where I win the bet.
Make it through the night, stumble once or twice.
Good thing I took my moms advice.
‘Cause now she’s mine, and I am Hers.
Those butterflies turned into birds.
Picked me up on eagles wings.
Lord who knew love could be such a
beautiful thing.

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