Into The Woods

Into The Woods short poem

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I have something say,
but fear, not dare, blood runs cold and I feel a Chill.

If only some could understand how we feel,
For the consequences of a confession we had to reveal,
And the situations that we have that is so real,
Better to be just friends, for it might become a deal.

Because I don’t want our friendship to end,
Nor be awkward to you and start to pretend,
Don’t you know that I want you more than just a friend?
I’d rather have you as a friend forever and a day,
But I guess life is cruel to the people who could not defend.

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Greetings my dear,
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