Lilacs dancing to the rhythm of the winds The sun beaming down on me & my friends Light glistens across the water’s edge But all this beauty can’t keep me from feeling just dread. Because there’s an angel that stands before me Unaware that my heart is placed firmly in her hands. This torture I must endure as I continue to pretend That she occupies no other space than that of a friend. This love I feel for her is the seed of a forbidden fruit For she is with my best friend and there is nothing I can do. I had hoped it was just a crush, a passing taboo Yet every day my feelings for her bloom, and bloom. When I smell her perfume I daydream of raspberry sunsets Her lip gloss invoking the tasteful pleasures of pastries made Her smile could just light up the moon on a summer’s day Her eyes sparkle like diamonds encased in stones of jade. What would she do if she knew I had these feelings? We will never know because I can’t let them out. So, the angel that stands before me Will never kno
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