Emotional Scandal


Here I'm stuck in the middle ,
Becoming such of a riddle of ridicule,
Without a hint of how your reaction would be
When I confess my Love


With a fast heart rate;my pulse races,
Confessing my love could me hurting your comfort,
When your look refuses the utterance of my Love,
My heartbeat accelerates high,
At your sight;your dazzling sight,your lips....

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