The Mystical Sparkle

I dont get people who get butterflies in the stomach on seeing their crush The only thing that gives me butterfly feeling is a car driving downslope when the road takes a dip.

She didn't know if she will reach ashore But she braced the tides like a chore She suffered to the core. Not knowing what was in store Ultimately she could bear it no more Just then a conspiracy unfolded like never before, And the universe opened her a door!

She  Depleted my abilities And Nibbled my opportunities. She Dwelled on my insecurities Then Burrowed through my stabilities. She Accentuated my minute liability And played with my culpability. Her name was Anxiety.