Stomach tied in knots so tight,
butterflies unsettled gone a flight.
Mind wondering back and forth
don't know which direction's north.
Visions of everything that could go wrong
remembering words from a terribly sad song.
While waiting for a pleasant reply
hopping those words don't make me die.
Torture from the long suspense
like being behind a guarded fence.
Playing it over within my head
saying no will make me feel dead.
Why does Love have to hurt
dragging me through all the dirt.
Just waiting for that only reply
please say Yes, and then I'll cry.
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