Gothic Delusions

I toast the name in my mind,
My legs feel weak I stumble blind,
Does she know how I do yearn?
And again, not just as friends,
Her trust I wish to earn.

It’s been too long, I’ve let time pass,
I pray she’ll join me for a poignant Black Mass,
Thoughts, my limitation I’ve let it take hold,
We can’t just be friends until we grow old.

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