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A love story


My heart sings everytime I hear his voice.

It’s his own song that makes me want to dance.

His eyes are like the pebbles on the shore, dark but glistening.

Something I could stare into all day.

He has a smile that can light up the whole room.

A smile I could kiss forever.

When I’m unable to see him it's like the Earth is shattering.

His presence is the light in my forever darkened world.

I guess you could say I love him.

 

My heart cringes when I hear his voice.

It's like the lightning crackling and it makes me want to cry.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul.

I guess I was unable to see the darkness that lied within.

His smile has become wicked,

Something that haunts me everyday.

A day without seeing him makes the anger and hate grow a little weaker

And his presence makes my world a little bit darker.

I guess you could say he broke me.

 
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