I know what I have to say.
I just don't want to say it.
I tuck an errant strand of her hair behind her ear,
Leaning my forehead against hers one last time.
We can never be together.
You don't love me?
I do, but this—I point to her chest and mine.
The world will never allow this to exist beyond closed doors.
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Daydreamers, A Poem✔️
Poetry[Completed] Willow May is trying to survive high school- Without her best friend knowing she loves her; But one night, she records a love confession and- Accidentally sends it to everyone. Suddenly, her complicated love life becomes tragic. This...
