Wrong Lesson

She smiled and I felt flutters.

Her eyes sparkled when she laughed.

I glimpsed our future with each other.

Happiness first. Then the shaft.

I know this feeling well; the nerves.

No matter how her uniform fits those curves.

I keep to myself and continue my routine.

Butterflies? I ignore them. I know what they mean.

Three times in a row; never again.

Flutters are just a heartache waiting to happen.

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