by Dep

Tension fills the air
Panic begins to set
What will happen tommorow
I know it not quite yet

Will she ask me out
I believe that she might
But then she might not
That would truely bite

Only time will tell
And so I say goodnight
Lust is not quite love
And love is pure delight

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