Joseph Orton

(22-11-1994 / England)

The Forbidden & Unwanted 'X'


I don't think.
I could ever let you go.
I may sound like a weirdo.
But I just wanted you to know.

You really did brighten my life.
You were my only summer.
In my years of winter.

Even though are time was short.
I'll never forget what we had was sought.
I know deep down that I will forever miss you.
Even if you are still in my life, I can't kiss you.

I tend to fall to deep.
Even after a week.
You captured me, like no one else.
I feel like I'm under a spell.

I really do wish you felt the same still.
But as long as you don't disappear.
I hope one day that might change and you will...

Submitted: Monday, April 29, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013

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