three. impossible

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Her eyes
as big as they are
as black as night sky
as hypnotic as glittering stars,
begging me
please,
will we ever be more than
a tutor and his student?

I'm afraid we can't
and I know we shouldn't
it isn't right,
but somehow I'm fighting
inside,
wishing we can.

I hate it,
being in love and all this.
I hate it,
when all they wanted was my money and fame.
But she was different.

Pure and innocent,
honest and cheerful,
I don't want to
be the one who will ruin her.
Keep that smile,
keep those eyes,
I'm afraid of hurting her.

She's still young,
all must be strong admiration.
She could be mistaken,
therefore I don't
hope for more.

Sorry, but I'm afraid
all of this
and ever it will be,
is pretty much
impossible.

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