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Something she must never know

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damnedlostsoul

Published: Sep 17, 2007

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Literature Text

I should not feel this way
I should not be missing you
I should not ask you out
I should not be in love with you

You are a precious gem
And I am a blemished stone

I will only hurt you
I will only make you cry
I will only break your heart
I will only say goodbye

You are a pure soul
And I am an unfaithful lover

I must stop missing you
I must stop making you smile
I must stop cheering you up
I must stop loving you

You are love personified
And I am deception's epitome

You must stop seeing me
You must stop talking to me
You must stop making me happy
You must stop being with me

You are my beloved sister
And I am your best male friend
I must not be in love with you
I must stop this insanity

I fell in love you, my dearest friend
I'm sorry

but

I can't stop loving you now.

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Yes. This is full of cliche.

Yes. This is about falling in love with your closest girl friend.

Yes. This is one crappy poem.

Yes. This is not my best deviation.

And yes. This is what I'm going through right now.

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It's called Something She Must Know

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