Oh the words I could choose
To describe what I feel
What I feel for you
If feel for you is what I do.
There are days I don't know how or why
But over you I have cried
Yet I cannot deny the charm you hold inside.
Even though I cannot deny what is inside
These feelings I will continue to hide.
You say men make you angry
Yet you speak with me, daily.
The frustration of my feelings
Resembles the feeling of being stuck.
Though there are many words I could choose to describe how I feel
The best word, I believe, is
Fuck.
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