The Right Way to Write a Book

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I want to tell you so much, but I wait for you to ask.

Now, I'm waiting, but my heart is in my ears, deafening me to the core.

The love is boiling inside of me, I think it's going to spill.

But I can't let it go,

At least not yet;

You can't know my feelings,

The ones I've been trying so hard to hide.