My heart rose a bit higher, the butterflies came back to life,
my cheeks warmed, because after three years he smiled at me. It
was attempted to be hidden, to be secret but I saw for the second
he let it show, and a spark of hope sprouted that he would care
once again, but then my heart dropped, the butterflies
died, and once again and my cheeks lost there inviting warmth
realized he broke my heart once,
be afraid to do it again.