yet a work progressing.
lily is a wildflower.
she is hearty and strong
she blossoms in both peace and adversity
in manicured gardens and abused roadsides.
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It's like a drug, that hug you hit me with everytime your arms move around my waist and your face touches mine.
I love when you hold me with your hand on my hip and my cheek on your lips, neither losing their grip.
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A mouth never kissed.
A night never spent together.
A baby never made.
A house never built.
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unwanted, cast aside
left to be swept along with the tide
the tide that takes with it all you care nothing about
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Not allowed.
Not allowed to love you.
Not allowed to love you more.
Friends.
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