Butterflies in my heart.

Ever see someone or look at someone or stare at someone...or something...and feel something in your heart?

If you never did, that means congrates you have got to the nirvana level of inhumanity.

How did those butterflies in ur heart felt like?

Heartaching?

Heartwrenching?

Happiness?

Bliss?

What are butterflies in heart?

Is it bad or is it good?

The butterflies in my heart are not good at all yet...

Oh well, how have you guys been coping with affairs of the fragile heart?

I have been coping well, holding my head up high...don't know when will I ever fall again.

Fingers cross.

I hope I won't.


All the days spent together
I wish for better,
And I didn’t want the train to come
Now it’s departed, I’m broken hearted
Seems like we never started

All those days spent together
When I wished for better
And I didn’t want the train to come.
No, no.You think you’re loving
But you don’t love me

I want to be free, baby
You’ve hurt me
You don’t love me
I want to be free
Baby you’ve hurt me
-Warwick Ave by Duffy

-Jess
xx