“Your beautiful its true…and I don’t know what to do, I can never be with you”
-James blunt
I look at you from across the room
Dazed and bewildered, even when you look away
When I close my eyes you linger
Intoxicated, with every fleeting moment
Drifting in your stride, drowning in your presence
Though in silence I stagger, I wane
As this heart grows closer, fonder
Insatiably yearning for the familiarity
The casual stare, the jovial dialogue
To I, an unparalleled high
The warmth, the hearth,
Of being by your side
Of every stolen moment
Awakens once more a dormant hunger
A thirst for something deeper
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Dare not speak its name
Once spoken, once heard
Once bore fruit
If spoken once more
Surely, it will be broken
Once and only once
Should I make the slightest whisper
The fragile silence, will lay in pieces
Only uncertainty will be left unveiled
So the silence remains
And you
A chapter never written
With the words left unspoken
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Til this day I wear this façade
A congenial mask
Barely able to conceal
This insatiable yet, forbidden longing
After time and time again
Finding myself staring over the edge
Of this abyss of you
Barely being able to take
Even one step back
Like the lure of an enticing rose
Clasping it from its spiny cradle
Bleeding from its piercing thorns
Impaled deeply in my grip
But I am never able to take it as my own
It is the hardest thing ive had to do
Also, it is the reality I must endure
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If I seem awkward, even at times cold
This distance ive made
It is for me
I am sorry, its not better this way
Know that it is by my own frailty
And I can do nothing else
For my will to endure this façade
Bearing heavily upon my heart
Wanes with each thought
Even with the slightest look in your eyes
You are an admonition
Of what I cannot allow myself to feel
Or do
Still I stare at you from afar
Lost, imprisoned in this silence
My rose, ive bled by your thorns
Though you may not know
You may not see
But given another place and time
My blood, would not be shed in vain
Would bloom and glisten with your crimson hue
And I will call you mine
And the silence would be no more.
--graydarksoul--
