it's half past 10,
i look at you,
your eyes burn into mine.
it only lasts for a moment,
but i know that's just enough time.
i want to speak,
to tell outloud,
"i love you, don't you see?"
but you are lost in the crowd.
my palms are warm
and my cheeks turn pink,
i can see in your eyes
you are starting to think,
i want to ask.
i want to confess.
soon, the anticipation will be dead.
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