You love him, and it doesn't hurt.
Because, if you're happy, and that smile and those fucking eyes burn him in the prettiest way, I'm content.
Being your friend is still truthfully beautiful.
I'm not afraid to spend the rest of my life figuring you out, as a lover or a friend.
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Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
