My words and thoughts shall not be reclusive anymore,
Love will no longer stick on the tip of my tongue,
These words do not need to be shouted or sung,
Perhaps it is only in my head.
These feelings must be birds, not caged,
If I don’t get some courage soon,
These thoughts will check into an eternal hotel,
Never able to bust,
Unlike the butterflies that fiddle in my stomach, when I see him.
Why can’t my words be like the butterflies and come out on a whim?
Rejection shouldn’t hold me back,
I must try, at least take a crack.
But every time I try to say,
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