Joe DeCarlo

Butterflies

Time is running out.
It’s coming up soon.
The match of my life?
Or just someone new?

Everyone is depending on me.
Maybe no one really cares.
I’m practically flying .
The butterflies are humming.

Step out on the mat
Wow! His muscles look big!
Ready, set, wrestle.
They’ve up and gone.

Everything is a blur.
‘Til the match is over.
I must have won.
Whose hand will be raised?

Emotions are flowing,
But the butterflies aren’t going,
I must have won,
Because I’m not nervous anymore,

The butterflies come and go,
Along with that weird feeling .
But it’s always for the same reason.
wow his muscles look big.





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