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i suppose it's different now, knowing? now what i do. but i still wish for it, and yes your eyes do grant me every once in a while, but now i'm still, desperately, at times, trying to figure out how to keep them. but i'm probably never to find out anyway.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 99 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 10-11-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2729817
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your eyes.
are truth tellers?
i've always wanted to be one they shine for,
---i thought it was just the way you were, the diluted aquamarine tinted green, never staying on me for too long, before they left again---
but i saw it.
i saw that bright wide smile.
those slightly red-rimmed eyes (that somehow brought out the green) wide with attention,
the slight flushing of your pale, freckled face
those beautiful, long fingers, still for once,
(---god, too many things of him remind me of you)
and then i kinda figured,
i'd never be her.
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