By Paul B
Date: 11 July 2000

Teenage Nightmare

I breathe in choppy spurts
Nervous beyond belief
My muscles twitch as I approach her

I clear my voice in the distance
Fearful my mouth will open
And nothing but squeeks will be released

I whisper to her if she will go out with me
But the look on her face
Betrays her answer before the words do

Then I die a thousand deaths when she says no.
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