Optimism

Staring at the clock
My legs begin to bounce
She is talking but I don't hear a word
My thoughts are filled with him
This waiting game will never end
It strikes thirty five and I run to wait
Minutes feel like hours
Thinking he'll never come
Then I see his smile, a radiant glow
He hands it to me and says it was nothing
but nothing is something to me

I'm over flowing with butterflies.

My paint drips like rain in perfect ripples
I choose colors that remind me of her laughter
I barely know her
But my words flow so easily
Loosing track of time, thirty five comes as a surprise
Running out the door
I'm behind, praying she is still there
Seeing her, my heart drops
I hand her simplicity and gain a beautiful smile
Loosing my head, I say goodbye
Wondering when we'll meet again

I'm overflowing with butterflies.