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Clutter
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Confusion
Too many thoughts,
all revolve inside my heasd.
Your face stands out,
desires, confessions,
so close to me,
but still out of reach.
Can't organize my thoughts,
always think too hard.
Too much clattering,
my inner voice drowning everything out.
Can't think of anything else,
you take presedence.
What are you thinking,
why are you watching me,
you step closer, I retreat.
Try to look in your eyes,
cowardly, I look away.
One step closer,
then you'd be within reach,
such a sweet kiss.
Can't make my voice work,
mind's all cluttered,
I lost this round.
