old and new: cellphone poetry

butterflies in my chest like bubbles in champagne,

my heart skips beats time and time again,

kinda weird, never thought it'd be you,

but now i see my world in a pink hugh,

rose tinted glasses never seemed so vicious,

taking them off would be fictitious,

for i would put them back on for him,

and live the rest of my days in a childish whim,