A rose forbidden
A thorn untouched.
Petals whisper.
Promises,
unspoken,
I linger.
Reminding me
of what cannot be claimed.
What I cannot have.
Desire stirs,
I stand.
Caught between longing,
and restraint.
Still,
the ache persists.
yearning,
silenced.
I let the quiet ache remain,
a feeling,
to what cannot be owned.
Knowing their beauty
is meant
only to be admired
from afar.
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