Love is beautiful;
All warm and giddy
But what about everything else?
The fear and adrenaline from your body?
I’m not saying love is gross
I’m in love too.
That’s why I am writing this poem.
To ask a question to never be answered.
Love is stressful, dont lie.
Each day you see the “Love-of-your-life”
Everything feels tense, your mouth is dry
It’s dry but watering.
People will ask you
“Will you ever tell them?”
Or It could be worse,
Will your secret be leaked?
Love can be a scary place;
But once you are ready
And your gripping the wheels of confession tight;
You can get the hang of it