Your lips smiled and formed the words "It's nice to see you."
You caged my body with your strong arms.
Time stopped. I felt like the center of the universe. I wish I could bottle that feeling up, the one you don't reciprocate.
I longed for a time when this simple move would mean more than just a friendly act to you, but it seems that I'll be waiting a long time for something that will never come.
You were the forbidden fruit of my sinful greed.
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Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
