There is always that fear
When the heart thumps
like a drum
Sweat drips on your back
like the Niagra falls
Your lips quickering uncontrollably
like a leaf ina storm
When your legs wobble unable to support your numb body
As you gaze in his eyes lost in his soul
The words forming in your mind
but are suppressed by your frozen lips
the words are short and simple
yet you start to tear up in fear
I love you. I have always had a crush on you
Simple, short yet almost impossible to utter.
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