The Love that can Never Be
I saw her walking down the street,
swiftly moving with her feet.
Her smile was shining as bright as the sun,
but yet she didn't seem like she was having fun.
Her hair was laying just right,
giving me excite.
She looked so perfect,
but I knew I should reject.
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