Silly stupid wishes for love.
Eyes on the back of my neck,
As we walk through this forest,
So thrilling, and yet --
I know it's not me you see.
Stopping to pick a black rose.
Isn't that what you are to me?
Something so wanted,
Something I can never have,
And something my body craves.
Must be overreacting.
The darkness is too wide.
My heart flutters at your presence,
But how can I see you,
My beautiful black rose.
The forest is cold, certainly.
My shivers might be for you.
I can't make out your face,
But love is blind, right?
My heart seems to think so.
Falling downward, down.
Suddenly you've disappeared.
I can still feel your eyes
And my heart still races,
But I can't reach you anymore.
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