White blossoms with red seeping in.
My quiet love was yours from the beginning.
You are the air in my lungs, the light in my eyes.
Your voice sets off a bombardment of adoration in my heart.
Your words a beautiful curse.
I dreamt of getting lost in you.
I regret to inform you that it hurts
to leave the lights on for no one,
and that there's no heavier burden
than the weightless emptiness of the soul.
I know you'll never love me in the way that I desire.
Your happiness is enough, my dear.
aight so this is a piece I wrote for my English class two years ago and I didn't know what to write but then I thought of my friend and bam. No surprise but I ended up getting a crush on em, hate em now but oh well, **** happens ya know
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