Your gaze shoots right through me like a speeding bullet,
I know it's not meant for me but it fills my soul with a joy like none other.
Your smile, like the most perfect sheen of a knife, cuts through my heart like butter.
I know they glisten not for me, but I can't help but count each white horse as they stand still.
Your warmth like the radiant sun so sweetly gleaming, fills my soul with compassion.
I know it's all in kindness, but I can't help but wish it were something more.
Your hair like a flowing river, shines in the bright summer light.
I know it's not for me, but for another.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
Your gaze shoots right through me like a speeding bullet,
I know it's not meant for me but it fills my soul with a joy like none other.
Your smile, like the most perfect sheen of a knife, cuts through my heart like butter.
I know they glisten not for me, but I can't help but count each white horse as they stand still.
Your warmth like the radiant sun so sweetly gleaming, fills my soul with compassion.
I know it's all in kindness, but I can't help but wish it were something more.
Your hair like a flowing river, shines in the bright summer light.
I know it's not for me, but for another.
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