Longing For Her

My Best Friend

By Capricorn ZodiacPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read

Swimming around inside me

In the thoughts I know

I shouldn’t being seeing

I see my lips against hers

Pressing strong,

With my hands on her cheeks

And mine becoming quickly flushed

I can’t help the thought makes me blush

In my head I know it’s wrong

I push these thoughts to another day

To think of her in such ways

It’d never happen anyway

She is straight

Where I am bi

But she joked about kissing me

When she found out the truth that night

I passed it up

knowing it was just for fun

But deep inside

I’m learning it’s something I wouldn’t mind

heartbreak

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