This feeling hurts. I must declare
That love is odd, and we don’t know.
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I want freedom, but it is rare.
The only way: just stop. Follow.
You’ll never see if you don’t show
The feelings hidden in your bare
And exposed heart. The pain will grow.
This feeling hurts. I must declare.
I’m filled with fear that she will stare
at me and say, “Not you.” Although
I’m paralyzed, I will declare
That love is odd, and we don’t know.
The trap of fear will stop and throw
Your life into a solar flare.
You may burn bright, but life will slow.
I want freedom, but it is rare.
Despite the fear, I want to dare
To say what’s on my mind, to go
and say what I still want to share.
The only way: just stop. Follow.
This feeling hurts.
