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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