Categories > Original > Poetry > they'll never understand 'cause they were understood
to sw.
i'm so nervous.
my breath starts to shorten
and the butterflies start
scratching to get out.
my palms sweat
and my heart dances in my chest.
my knees get weak,
it's not just a figure of speech.
i bite my lips
as i try to form the words.
but soon enough, it's time to go
and i never even said a thing.
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