~Done~
the irrelevance of our talking its specatular
as your eyes will never meet mine straight
you move as to get closer and pull away
making sure that contact is on the edge of reality
the talking no longers holds me firm to you
needing more im straying in my thoughts
in need of touch im afraid to push you further
almost holding hands or touching shoulders is harder every time
im straying and i wonder if you even care anymore
getting to know you is a blessing turned to a curse
cursed to long for more and never recive such
waiting for those lips to embrace mine without luck
ive waited as long as is possible to wait
faithful even in our friendship just to you
goodbye these thoughts of goodness being right
doomed to never have that love i long for
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