Words of You

Crumpled up papers of poems written about you,
So many questions running through my head,
I kwow I like you, but do you like me too?
There's so much I want to tell you, but that's what I dread.
Crumpled up papers of poems about you,
I want to tell you, but in my throat it feels like lead.
The words to tell you how I feel are long past due.





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