A poem written about a crush I had for one of my closest friends
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As she laughed, I was becoming involved in her gentle voice; being part of it,
Her eyes like stars with a talent for intimidating.
I was drawn in by short gasps, Inhaled at each breathtaking recovery,
Lost finally in the dark caverns of her heart.
Bruised by the truth and false illusion,
An elderly waiter with trembling hands, hurriedly spread a cloth, saying:
"If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden"
But her grace bowed, smiled and left.
Descending down to Autumn's bay
Maybe fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
But I devoured my tears with careful subtlety
To this end.
