I look at her and she looks back at me


As innocent as a simple glance could be
She does not know me nor do I know her


But being acquainted is something I would prefer
Because I am eating butterflies

It is the first time I feasted on butterflies


My first serving was served after I looked into her eyes
Instead of biting, I swallowed them alive


And felt them fluttering around inside
Because I like feasting on butterflies

Feeling compelled I approach her and say “Hi”


But with each step I begin to get awfully shy
Seeing her smile directly at I


Is when the waiter gave me
My second serving of butterflies

I attempt to introduce myself very causally


But unfortunately there was another butterfly casualty
She laughs and smiles again, but this time awkwardly


My stomach plummets, oh so awfully
Because it is now very full of with wild butterflies

Now feeling as if this was a mistake


Feeling as if this was an illusion, and I being out of place
I looking at the floor, she doing the same


All we know about each other, is each other’s name
The tension whispers sweet nothings into the air


She is now looking around, playing with her hair
I frantically think of something to say


Hopeless, I began to walk away
To find more butterflies to dine on today

As I began to take steps away from my dream


I then hear her voice
“Wait” she says as the butterflies pull at my heart


She begins to explain as she catches up
That she was nervous and did not know what to say


Because her mouth was full of Butterflies