break ups
His eyes, big and blue with yellow,
Reminding me of earth
Tears build up, somethings not right
The words "i can't do it"
The pain in his voice
His sweet sent as i bury my face into his shirt
The warm summer breeze trying to comfort me
Defeat, as my heart shatters on the drive way
The tears as they role down my cheeks
I feel his lips caress mine one last time..
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