burned out firechild

You’re such a beautiful writer
that’s not all you are
I’m sorry about making a pass
It was subtle but I think that you grasped
The meaning intended

I can be a friend to you
I won’t pretend
I’m not interested in breaking a heart
It’s not love no it’s nothing like that
I’ll leave that to lookers like him

Oh he’s such a delicate thing
Now it’s such a fragile thing that we have…

–excerpt from "Suspended from Class"

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