Broken-Heartedness

March 2, 2014

Its her long blonde hair,

Softer than a pillow, smoother than silk.

Its her dark hazel eyes,

Reflecting pools of innocence and purity.

Its her shallow dimples,

Giving depth to her thin cheeks.

Its her bright warm smile,

That illuminates cold dark days.

Its everything I see in her,

She see's in him.

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