Without Butterflies
Feelings
Are not my strong point
Like the lone wolf I am
The butterflies that dwell in your stomach
Do not dwell in mine.
You say, just keep waiting
They’ll develop in time
But what if those insects
The creatures you worship
Aren’t meant for me
And not just a mix-up?
The red in my cheeks
That I do not feel
Though love seems bleak
I know can be real
Although I do not feel it
I do feel romance
I crave the joy
Of a first kiss
Like the lone wolf hunts for a pack
And pretends to not care
My absence of butterflies
The feelings I do not share
About the Writer
Samantha MacGowan, Staff Writer
Sam is a 14 year old girl who loves writing, drawing, and painting. She is an only child, and gets quite a bit of attention as a result. She lived in another town in New Jersey for most of her life, but moved to freehold at the end of last year. Sam volunteers at a cat cafe in Asbury Park, called Catsbury Park. Sam loves working with animals and helping out the community. She loves music, and listens to musicals for the most part. Sam is frequently seen with a book in had or a pencil racing across either sketch paper or a line piece of paper.
