My Unspeakable Truth
Her name means bright, shinning, which isn’t far from the truth
She shines just as bright as the sun on a warm summer afternoon
Her smile blinds me, yet fills me with comfort and peace
Her presence as sweet as honey, normally sweets repel me but since she walked into my life, I have developed a sweet tooth
She is like a tornado, an unshakeable force that consumes me every time she draws near; still, I would never seek shelter from her storm
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I jokingly call her fake, unoriginal because of her name, but this is merely a projection of my emotions when she is present
Pretence has held my love for her captive, and she is my saviour, my salvation, and the reason for my damnation
Being around her is like laying in a field of daisies and being allergic to pollen, picturesque but dangerous
My soul yearns for her, my heart beats for her, my ambition burns because of her
I want to share her life, experience her love in romantic form, but to survive I must hide that she is the object of my desires
And this is MY UNSPEAKABLE TRUTH
