Unspoken love

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They dance hand in hand,
Gazing deeply into each other's eyes,
As they slowly glide to a melody laced with sweet youth and passion.

Meanwhile I watch from a distance,
In the cast of shadows,
Wondering why this was happening.
Slowly succumbing to a heartbreaking grief.
I wish he were mine,
I wish I could be the one he looks at with such love,
But I am merely a background scene.
Just a girl who wishes she had said the things she always dreaded but desperately wanted to say,
To a boy that is no longer in her grasp.

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