
Butterflies in my stomach, giggling on the phone,
talking to the mirror,
and whenever i'm alone and swaying to the music,
singing poetic rhymes,
dancing to a melody,
tinkling wind chimes,
it's just all too much to think about.
Almost mystical isa bomb, my smile comes from another place now that fizzles over and
gentleness garden of delight.
Run your fingers through my hair,
smudge my makeup,
i don't care.
You send electricity through the air.
It's everywhere.
About the Creator
Gaille Hunter
Gaille "Gypsy Heart" Hunter is a visual artist as well as a singer-songwriter, poet and fashion designer.




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