Not Quite the Plan

Colleen King
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read

The feeling of faint fingertips

Fluttering down my spine,

Fluttering in the way my heart does when he looks at me,

A soft smile peeking at the corners of his mouth.

Fluttering in the way my eyes do as I awaken from my slumber with the gentle kisses he trails across my forehead.

Fluttering in the way a bird’s wings do as it flies off

With the freedom to live,

The freedom to love,

And the freedom of a fearless future.

    Colleen King

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    Everything revolves around love.