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I admit I am pathetically in love with you Frightful it might be irrevocable Girl pining away for someone whom she's invisible to The oldest story in the book I pale in comparison to all the others I know, I get it Not aesthetically gifted Perhaps if you had taken a peek into my soul You'd have found how stunning it is I grow more delusional by the day envisioning how your hazels would sparkle When halation encircles you in auroras fluorescence I am wrecking my brain Trying to sound profound Words splattered on a page are all I have to offer sometimes Verbalisation fails me I suppose I'll have to be content with this unembellished declaration ( which you will never see) It feels organic anyway I am plucking all this from the bottom of my heart As I force these feelings to wither away I attempt to convince myself that this was just perhaps an inflated crush I am saddened by thoughts of what could have been It burns The catalyst I need to move on is my acceptance of the fact that even though we live under the same sun the problem is, it doesn't cast the same shadow
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
Unrequited
I admit I am pathetically in love with you Frightful it might be irrevocable Girl pining away for someone whom she's invisible to The oldest story in the book I pale in comparison to all the others I know, I get it Not aesthetically gifted Perhaps if you had taken a peek into my soul You'd have found how stunning it is I grow more delusional by the day envisioning how your hazels would sparkle When halation encircles you in auroras fluorescence I am wrecking my brain Trying to sound profound Words splattered on a page are all I have to offer sometimes Verbalisation fails me I suppose I'll have to be content with this unembellished declaration ( which you will never see) It feels organic anyway I am plucking all this from the bottom of my heart As I force these feelings to wither away I attempt to convince myself that this was just perhaps an inflated crush I am saddened by thoughts of what could have been It burns The catalyst I need to move on is my acceptance of the fact that even though we live under the same sun the problem is, it doesn't cast the same shadow
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
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