rising mourning
the sun doth not shine on thee
it may appear to be beautiful
but that is the water's reflection
not me, that you see
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"I want to fall in love"
she cried. His response?
"No, darling, you do not"
He lied, with a certain nuance
She was baffled by this
Who, she wondered, who has he been in love with?
Why is he telling me this?
He lied, he lied.
He may hate each and every moment that he loves her
but truth be told, he loves each moment she spends with him
her laugh, the way she pushes her hair to her cheek
this never gets old, he turns to her when he feels unbelievably grim
she knows exactly what to say, what to do
the only thing she doesn't say is, "I love you"
She may never realize this
love, true love, sits there
staring in front of her
years pass, pass on by
quickly she met a boy
sadly, they continued on
leaving him in the dust
left with a suitcase filled with unrequited love
love, and lust
he misses her, she kisses her beau
life went on, love left untouched
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this was amazing to read
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