Butterfly's and nerves

 

Anxious and scared

 

Excited and giddy

 

Our first date in our city.

 

Head stuck in the past

From the memories of poison gas

 

Feelings of disbelief 

And hoping it will pass.

 

 

This man seems

tender 'honest and caring

From the first phone call

He has not stopped sharing.

 

I seen photo's of kid's

Laughing and playing

Clear to see

This dad is slaying.

 

The job that he does fills me with joy

 

For I myself am raising sweet boys.

 

Sitting and guessing

If I should go

 

No warning signs

Telling me no.

 

My hair looks great

And my nails look nice

My tans on fleek

He may look twice.

 

 

My heart is racing

And my mind is set

 

Yes ill go on this date

No room for regrets.

 

Just the past 

Creeping in

But fuck my ex 

Im not letting him win.