Just Another Poem.

My love for you will always burn.
Although your touch is what I yurn.
I love you more than life itself.
I'd risk my life to save your health.

I wish you felt the same for me.
This isn't how I want it to be.
I wish you loved me oh so much.
Cause secretly, I need your touch.

We could go and play "Wack-A-Mole"
Instead of me sitting in that hole.
In a hole that I dug so deep.
Quietly sitting there, just to weep.

I should rejoice for you were the guy;
The guy that made me try to fly.
I guess, for now, I'll be sitting at home.
Writing you yet, another poem.

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