This feeling hurts. I must declare

That love is odd, and we don’t know.

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.