They aren't butterflies in my stomach
More like worms corroding the lining
As I'm filled with anticipation, no
More like dread, of what's to come.
Left in the dark with no means to see
Is not very convenient while searching
For something that has been lost
Or maybe stolen, and trying to find it.

I wish I had a whistle alarm on your heart
So I could put my lips together and blow
To have a joyful beep sound back at me
And know where your heart lies.
Is it with me or the other one?
You'll have to choose, but please
Choose wisely. For I dont like failing
And second best has never been my style.
 
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