I'm sorry I love you as more than a friend,
But the love that I have doesn't come to an end.
You dwell in my thoughts, and to my mind I will keep
A love that's for you, a love I hide deep
Your word has the power to tear me to shreds,
But my heart is what sinks, a feeling of dread.
The sight of you brings me down to my knees,
The slightest of touches, as strong as a breeze,
A breeze of love stale and cold,
For it is not to me that your heart has been sold.
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
