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It may be the time, 
it may be the place. 
Why though at midnight, 
we open that suitcase? 

The one that holds each memory, 
our secrets and our desires. 
we make our life's summary, 
and then the past backfires. 

Everything used to be fine, 
innocent and in line. 
We used to be best friends 
Oh,if I only had one sign. 

It came one day knocking, 
on the door of my mind, 
What if,yeah, what if 
one day you became mine. 

Denial and conflict, 
prejudice and fear. 
An internal battle going on, 
and everything was unclear. 

Your smile was the light of day, 
but I just didn't want to see. 
Numbness at its fullest, 
I was floating in the dead sea. 

I looked blankly in the mirror 
And like looking at a burnt tree 
no reflection was staring back, 
only a shadow of what used to be. 

Growing up is strenuous 
and if you don't fit the mold, 
You'll have to wear the mask, 
Ignore what your heart may hold. 

It was a long long journey, 
Until I gained courage to decide. 
Until I came in terms, 
With the girl that I am inside. 

From that point on I wanted to fully see, 
I wanted hear,feel and taste. 
Everything I had ever missed. 
Everything that had gone to waste. 

Your face sculpted elegantly, 
your eyes sparkling bright. 
The definition of perfection, 
words hard describe. 

What is the most wonderful of all? 
A heart made out of gold. 
A soul full of youthfulness, 
but a thousand years old. 

Friendship means a lot to man, 
and I love that we hang out. 
But to me is not enough, 
And I don't know how it came about. 

It's just a tiny flame that burns, 
a heartbeat that makes a skip. 
A pair of lips that yearns, 
your velvet neck to kiss. 

I'm told I shouldn't feel this way, 
but it doesn't mean I won't. 
All the feelings I want to show you, 
but I can not face you upfront. 

I know that I don't own you, 
and perhaps I never will. 
So that anger when you're not by me, 
I have no right to feel. 

I know that you don't own me, 
then why do I ask for more? 
I shouldn't feel so let down, 
when you don't text or call. 

Can we be more than friends? 
I have to see it to believe. 
Who are we becoming 
and who we're yet to be? 

Maybe I'm not good enough, 
I'm not pretty,smart or cool. 
Is that what it is? Tell me. 
Don't worry, I know truth is cruel. 

Optimism has been a great enemy, 
It simply gives you fake hope, 
Too bad to love there is no remedy. 
Only scars that make you cope. 

After all, keeping you in my life 
might make me lose my mind. 
One thing I know though for sure. 
Letting you go and there will be no cure. 

Goodnight.