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Lost Lover

In those Blue Eyes there is silence,
Perhaps a storm waiting to peak,
Or maybe...
Just maybe, thinking of Someone
To love.
O, the pain when I relize I am not
The One he loves.
Not the One to be held in those
Strong Arms forever.
Maybe one day he will tell me why...
Maybe one day I won't have to see
His Blue Eyes lie.





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