I looked at your pictures on my wall,

Your paintings on my skin,

I sighed knowing you had it all,

I know my passions taken as a sin,

Your scent flames my candles,

And my hair falls like yours last summer,

I dream of feeling one of your flannels,

In the race for your gaze,I’m front runner,

My thoughts are consumed,

Finding ways for you to notice me,

I don’t think I’ve ever swooned,

Over someone who chooses ripped jeans,

It’s as if your everywhere,

And I can’t help but fantasize,

I know that you do not care,

But loving you is one of my nine crimes,

I know you’ll notice me one day,

Maybe when I’ve gone mad,

But you don’t have the right to say,

That this is wrong, these feelings I’ve always had....

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