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Your Life
Not only do I miss your smile,
The shining in your eyes.
But the way you used to look at me,
And the way we would spend our time.
The way our lives would interact,
The way our lives would intertwine,
The way our thoughts would just connect,
Then you say, "put your hands inside of mine."
But do I miss the shatter,
Of my delicate, glass, heart?
For when i fell for the deciever,
Who tore my life apart.
But now I realize,
I am not lost inside your eyes.
Now, I realize,
I am now found; stuck,
Inside the hell you call your life.
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This poem was written May 18, 2010.
If i can, I would most definitly dedicate this poem to my best friend, who was there beside me while writing this poem, Natalia. You are my inspiration.