In a crowded room with butterflies in your face and flowers starting to bloom, I try to walk at a steady pace. I have to stop because of the beautiful sight above, people bump into me some even shove. But I’m frozen in my tracks, I’m staring at the most stunning woman and that’s a fact. She grinning bent over a flower inhaling its sweet odor, she’s the type of girl that has happiness overflowing her. She holds out her very slender hand in hopes that one may land. Butterfly kisses for anything but a shy princess. Oh dear, what’s your name? I must know and I feel no shame.
Published by tinywanderesss
An aspiring creative medium of many sorts from Grand Rapids. Looking for inspiration in anything and everything I can, so there's no time to be sad or negative. That's what's great about writing, you can turn anything into what you want it to be, just like life over all. We have the power to control our own Destiny :)