#YearningEchoes

In the eyes of the world he was my rival,
We were supposed to be fighting at matters so trivial,
We were to be enemies hungry for bloodshed,
To paint each other's body bloody red,

Yet each glance at him made my heart flutter,
In front of him my mind would just become a clutter of emotions,
Love and fondness ran freely while the guilt binded me down,
I craved for his love, his touch yet I knew that meant death,
His smile lit up my world yet burned my soul,

There were some lines not meant to be crossed,
Yet we did, under the...