Delicately, strolled
The stag my eyes glaze upon

Sensitively told
The strings to pluck my heart's song

Sweetly tift his face clear
So to scare me, no, comfort me

Tiptoe through the floras
Lying down, my guardian angel

Always watching, waiting, hoping
That I'd be okay...

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He's been on my mind, on and off, through my daydreams...*smiles*...I know, I know...to crush is to be crush...the hopeless shouldn't hope...

But really...hope is all I have...and all I'll ever have...

<333

*looks towards the sky*...

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These are Anzel's thoughts, only humans and her know it. No deer can know, or she'll eat my head. That would be very unpleasant for the both of us.

Wheee...

*dazed by writing lame poetry*

*brain fizzles*