Butterflies x 2

I hope to God I'll remember

Remember this feeling
remember the butterflies
the way he smiles when he reads your writing
and you know there'll be criticism too
but the attention to detail
the look in his eyes is enough.

A group of boys reading your pretty, pretty poetry
oh no! But isn't it funny?
And the way he looks at you from across the table
sometimes he winks
and the electricity you feel.

Remember the butterflies, it's all butterflies
flying around your head
lifting out of space and time
all just for you.
Remember it, remember the feeling
and I hope to the stars above it never passes
but if it ends, if one day it does
I hope to God I'll remember every moment of it.