9/26/2015 7:47:59 PM
At some point in my life, I admire the people who have the guts to say such poetic lines in such a way that it appears like an old school monologue—just minus the extra motions such as theatrics.
And though I had no chance to do such spoken word poetry by such saying words with such eloquence, I can only utter words in writing. (Plus aside from the fact that I have a stage freight and a low self-esteem; something that serves as a hindrance for one to do public speaking.)
This piece is all about a 'secret admission' over someone else; it's like you want to make porma on her but you're resisting to do so as if she was—as well as the feelings of infatuation, lust, and even love—is a hindrance. Here it goes:
