Something Wicked

I do not know what she is to me.

I cannot say how I feel.

She’s like a pebble stuck in the back of my mind.

How can I tell her how I feel?

With my body pressed close against her frame,

My arms around her tight.

Deep down, I keep her far away

Even though it feels so right.

There’s something wicked inside of me

Something she must not see.

I fight to keep the soul subsided,

This monster that’s in me. 

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