Butterflies in my stomach,
They flutter 'round like a beast,
Blood rushing in my cheeks.
Listen to the drums of war.
.
You're a terrorist,
Only you don't know,
Perhaps you do,
Perhaps you don't.
.
I don't know!
.
I have a hard time,
Hiding how I feel,
Suppressing my thoughts
Of you, your hair, your cheek.
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I feel...
.
Flushed.
.
Confused.
.
And bemused.
.
I can't take your addictive attitude!
And the way you smile,
And the way you laugh,
And the way you look at me.
.
You're a terrorist!
.
If only you knew!
But perhaps you did,
Perhaps you didn't...
This isn't exactly new.
.
...I.DON'T.KNOW.
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I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
.
...but if there's one thing I DO know,
You're a terrorist.
.
Why?
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Because I can't stop thinking of you.
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The Lovestruck Chronicles
PoetryLove is as sweet as candy but it can as bitter as coffee. It can make you sad, it can make you glad but all the more, it can drive you mad. In spite of the heartbreak and the pain and the deceit, we all have one, single retreat and that, is to love...
