she's gorgeous,
a petite, young woman
with a mind i can adore
the curve of her smile,
the highest pitch of her laugh,
i cannot bare to see the sadness
in her deep, brown eyes
the way they cascade
down to her fingertips below,
to avoid the build up of pain
how could the people before
care to see her like this?
how could they bring such
heartbreak to her days?
i want to engulf her in reassurance;
you will not hurt anymore
i want it to be true -
she cannot take anymore false kisses,
no more blinding lies of a future
together
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