Suppose I'm feeling
butterflies in my stomach
Suppose my heart race fast
And it should be satisfying.
Suppose my face turns red
And smiles unreasonably
Yet all I feel is fear.
Goosebumps conquer
Every inch of my skin
My face turns red
To hint I'm almost
out of breath
Because my heart
is running fast.
I think I fear thy feeling
You were presenting me.
Because I know my heart.
It is weak and fragile.
