I love it when I catch you staring at me.
But I act like i didn't see you anyway.
But I wonder if this silent communion,
Between the both of us,
Will ever be professed by your chary lips,
Restrained by the tattles of the people.
But then again I know,
That this love,
Needs no confession,
Because it is what makes it so special.

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I hate the fact
That you always speak behind my back
When I tell you tales of magic
You steal the secret and tell it to others; it makes me sick
Last time you laughed at my joke
Said it was harmless, just a little jibe and a little poke,
Then you puffed it up like a rotten corpse at sea
And in front of others, presented a despicable version of me
You have shamed me a thousand times, no, don't deny
I still honour the baton of friendship, over my head, held high
No matter how fast your jowls quiver when you gossip
You will tire out eventually, and no one will forgive the slights of your lip
I, for once, will not try to protect you from your ruined reputation
Will not tell what a tattle tale you are, but will watch the scene unfold with elation,
I so wish you would mend your ways before your time is up,
But next time you gossip about me behind my back, I swear I will make you shut up.

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