Oh how I could only dream...
We had met under different circumstances.
for I am too frail to take the chances
that exist between our awkward glances
delusions I mistake for advances.
But all is too true, it is a hopeless plea:
it is the light that this will never see;
a romance is what it could never be.
You are blind to my real consistency.
The true me, sans my harsh exterior,
the very shell that makes me feel inferior;
Untouched, the walls of my interior
Affixed are things that are superior.
so I plead, plead to thee, please be the first
and if not please, please do your very worst
'cause I'll still need to quench this dire thirst
as I send this lost hope off in a hearst.
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