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Ojos Bonitos


the note In spanish, written by a tear soaked eye. Her nickname for you was Pretty Eyes. You were deeply in love but that scared you. You were scared to go across the country without her, so you left her. You didn't cry, of course not. You are totally in control. She looked into your pretty eyes to see if you truly loved her, but all you did was shut her out. You let your fear get in the way of love. She wanted a daughter, she wanted a life with you, but you were too scared. Now your pretty eyes are in texas, 1257 miles away from her, and me. What was your future now thrown in the garbage. Now as tears fill my eyes I want to hug her, you didn't deserve her. How can you learn to love if you never open up. and feel
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