Butterflies in my stomaCh...

I move...
get all my muscle worked out
I think...
force my brain cells to work
I ran...
my heart pumpin harder,,
n my blood circulate faster
I love...
pour my heart with shimmered water cooler with a nice smell of summer breeze

I made it
doesnt mean dat I wont regret it
I forgot it
doesnt mean dat I dont want it
I regret it
doesnt mean I am always right
I love it
doesnt mean that I deserve it,,
also doesnt mean that I have to break down when I fallen for love

I conquer the world with my own thought,,,
that I think everything is not always possible as wot people normally believed..

I am a coward...
coz I know I am not always rite...
after I've done sumthing,,,doesnt mean it will turns out real good...
but sumhow I always know that I've been BLESSED with certain goods and conditions which others dont have 'em...
I have got everything I have always wanted...
but sumhow...

all the GOOD THINGS make me worried,,,
I got worried of losing the things dat right on my palms...