Never quite together, but the best of friends.
Perhaps it doesn't matter anymore.
But I feel like I need to mend
this fling that lives on as folklore.
Infatuated by a smile and some attention,
but it wasn't what I wanted.
People imagined some surface tension,
yet I left completely undaunted.
The beauty of a fleeting bud
is the hope of something better.
My heart didn't crash with a thud,
so don't pin on me a scarlet letter.
I'm just as free as a bird. To tie me down would be absurd.
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