for a friend you want as a lover, knowing if you tell her you'll suffer
Consequences and repercussions will drip forever like blood
oozing from a wound never healing that gapes with misguided feelings
Do you fight to bring to the open; the situation- hoping
oxygen'll breathe life; seeing how long without sutures the wound copes
You're enslaved as a secret admirer, with admiration a fire
stoving alight inside you with so close yet so far desire
You know you should resign her to a muse; nothing more
but the thought of you and her is a foot you've got half through a door
Beyond it there's nothing despite pensively pining
Just you and her in ruin; a friendship digested finally manure
Shat in a pasture where you knew grass would never grow greener
but how to ignore the itching tickle to reach out to bring her closer
To your world letting her clue in on your brewing infatuation
manifest in your mind with her manufacturing mellay imagination.
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