How I think of you-
Guilt coarses through my blood.
I feel drawn to your pure heart,
Only to feel I can't be true.
You touch my waist,
And inside I scrunch my face.
Sorrow, mixed with guilt,
Mixed with pain-
Love & heartache,
Walking together hand in hand.
To feel everything is alright,
I'll smile & pretend another day.
Wait for attraction to fade,
I'll keep my mouth shut, & this secret to myself.
I'll untangle these knots of thoughts in my head,
Tell myself I see you as friend.
Because I will sit here,
And i'll keep skipping stones.
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