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I decided to try something new today and write a poem based on a character who had fallen in love with her best friend. Hope you enjoy it :) <3

beautiful tragedy

I'm always writing near a window,

I'm always writing near a window, feeling like I'm composing some secret symphony,

I'm always writing near a window, feeling like I'm composing some secret symphony, like I'm mixing together smoke and shadows

I'm always writing near a window, feeling like I'm composing some secret symphony, like I'm mixing together smoke and shadows and signing off my work with a whispered kiss.

How do you know what's love

How do you know what's love and what is not?

Is there a trick?

Is there a trick? A key?

Is there a trick? A key? An algorithm?

Is there a trick? A key? An algorithm? Should I know when to expect

Is there a trick? A key? An algorithm? Should I know when to expect being sucker-punched in the heart?

That's why the pain burns,

That's why the pain burns, it stings like lemon juice on a hangnail.

That's why the pain burns, it stings like lemon juice on a hangnail. You always knew that.

Do you know that feeling

Do you know that feeling when you're lying in bed and you're sort of

Do you know that feeling when you're lying in bed and you're sort of tipsy from thoughts.

Do you know that feeling when you're lying in bed and you're sort of tipsy from thoughts. And suddenly

Do you know that feeling when you're lying in bed and you're sort of tipsy from thoughts. And suddenly you can't breathe, like there's something

pounding a march, like butterflies

pounding a march, like butterflies morphed into elephants and you're caught up

pounding a march, like butterflies morphed into elephants and you're caught up in their daily stampede.

Is that love?

When I saw you wearing our future,

When I saw you wearing our future, handing me a smile in my fresh hands,

When I saw you wearing our future, handing me a smile in my fresh hands, eyes tugging back and forth.

You always knew.

When I close my eyes, I see us

When I close my eyes, I see us under an inky sky and amber streetlights,

When I close my eyes, I see us under an inky sky and amber streetlights, each of us waiting for the other,

When I close my eyes, I see us under an inky sky and amber streetlights, each of us waiting for the other, scared to fill the silence.

We're trying to make a song out of whispers,

We're trying to make a song out of whispers, but our instruments are out of tune.

But I think we're fine with our hands,

But I think we're fine with our hands, pressed together like they've been sealed with a stamp.

Still,

Still, we're a beautiful tragedy

Still, we're a beautiful tragedy waiting to happen.

Maybe you'll find this letter

Maybe you'll find this letter and recognise yourself from my dreams.

Maybe you'll find this letter and recognise yourself from my dreams. One day, hand them to me and say:

"How will we know if we can touch the stars

"How will we know if we can touch the stars if we're too scared to dream for the moon?"

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