I want to hold her hand,
But every time I reach for it its like I'm in quicksand.
I want to but everyone's eyes turn to me and I feel small and wrong.
I want to rest my lips on hers because there is where I want to belong.
I don't belong in his arms no matter how strong and broad they are.
Because here in her arms it's soft, and luring, and gentle like a blinding star.
I want, But what I want is something I can't reach.
What I want is someone you can't learn or teach.
What I want is her.
But.
But she?
well,she wants him.
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Hello to all the bees.
hope you enjoyed this piece, it'l was different and actually hard to write as I don't necessarily affiliate with it.