speak

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I can feel the thunderstorms
Forming on my forehead
My heartbeat is warm
Like a romantic shade of red

I bite my lips until they bleed
For I have been spotted by the unnamed king
I try to hide but don't succeed

My stomach is in a knot
But I still shoot the shot

I try to speak to him
But my words are trapped
Locked in a cage so slim
And I feel like I've been slapped

I stare for miles
At his beautiful eyes
His nice hair style
Has me caught by surprise

Surprise leads to darkness
Where gravity crushes me
I land in a pile of mess

And I cannot be free

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