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He Love's Me, He Loves Me Not
And his eyes...they weren't exactly brown, or green for that matter, but they were a perfect mixture of both.
The freckles on his face; each one was perfectly placed.
His kisses, how I loved so much.
This touch...oh, how I long for it so much.
Running my fingers through his hair...vacant space is this air.
Falling asleep in empty arms...his warmth, gone.
Just cold bitterness lingers here...and heartache.
Here I am, a thousand miles away, yet in my heart, nothing has changed.
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Some sort of drama trying to drive us apart. I finally had enough, and I came home...by myself. I tried hard to still make things work, even though hes states away. But I guess things just weren't happening for him. But after everything, I'm still in love, and he fell out of it. This poem's about him. It's about how he's out of my life now, and how his love is unrequited.