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To, His future love,His


To, His future love,

His kind eyes raised from the ground

To pierce through my heart

A look that could melt ice.

The ice in my soul peeled away to reveal only love

He looked at me like he could see my thoughts,

feel my pain,

and hear my voice,

though I wasn't saying a word.

He understood me, and loved me

Even with the demons clawing their way towards the surface of my skin, to see light

Even though I pushed them down

He did not hide from them, but rather help them.

He is summer, fall, winter and spring

Because, honestly, he became my everything

I miss him.

Now its winter, no, not winter, its winter in a blizzard with no clothes on, because

Without him, I no longer melt, and my soul freezes again to let the demons thrive.

Though I no longer see your eyes, I hope they are still kind, and I hope one day

They pierce another girls heart

And she loves them the way I do

 

Sincerely,

His Past Love

 
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