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"We were just friends, Who spoke like lovers. And that seemed to be enough For two teenagers Who were scared to love one another" She was dainty, like the bud of lilac With a wisp of innocence In the curls of her hair Unfathomable affection In the depths of her eyes And an undying reassurance In the curve of her smile For ages, we held back Shrugging when people asked What we were For we were scared Drenched in apprehension Of losing what we had On a moment of doltishness Of being whimsical. Only to gaze at the midnight moons Vehemently wondering what we could be.

Confused . I'm confused Strangled by my own thoughts Betrayed, Allied musings Had not bestowed The helping hands Rather a bottomless pit Is where I am Consumed by my blindness And unheard wails of helplessness I pray for this train of thought to end To derail for good And let me be.