I watch you,
you don't know it
I love you,
but am afraid to show it
I dream of you,
each and every day
yet I am to much a pussy,
to carry you away
sometimes I dream about,
my hands around your
porcelain neck
squeezing the life down to
a little speck,
just seconds away from certain death,
But I can't find myself
putting an end
to your breath
white as snow,
pure as Alabaster
to snuff out this light,
would bring total disaster.
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