Whispers
I hear whispers on the wind,
That times are changing,
But that change will never come fast enough.
But still I dream.
I think of the two of us together.
Laughing, embracing, dancing.
She still owes me a dance. But I know I will never get it.
Even if she does like me, being out is like being pulled onto a sinking ship.
Destined to drown.
It's better to pretend. Pretend that those stray touches were simply friendly. That those extra texts and compliments were simply kind.
So once again I dream.
We are walking through the woods together.
Hiking is what we both enjoy.
We hold hands for part of the trail
it is deserted
we finally have peace.
But that is only a dream. And everyone must wake up.
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