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The First
Every moment wasted gazing into your eyes
 is a moment my soul could never despise
 For you I never fell
 merely an ungraceful trip,
 and now you put me through hell;
 How could I let myself slip?
 Now so stuck in this well,
 no Lassie to save me.
 No way to tell;
 my future is hazy.
 So hard to make out;
 the vision is smeared.
 So full of self-doubt,
 yet my conscience is clear.
 And so from you i'll not part;
 for when you're so near,
 I hear naught but my heart;
 And though the beat is unsteady
 as you reach for my hand.
 I still fear I'm, not ready,
 this was so unplanned.
 My friends gave the warning:
 Don't get in too deep.
 Yet I wake in the morning
 having not gone to sleep.
 How curious, it seems,
 the world is so bland;
 though not in my dreams
 where every grain of sand
 displays the vivid hues
 of those distant memories
 giving hints to my clues,
 though you could never see.
 The days have gone by,
 as did our time together.
 When I asked "would you lie?"
 Your answer was "never"
 How long will you stay?"
 A whisper, "Forever..."
 A bluff, a fib, an untruth;
 though you never meant it to be this way.
 I feel as if it was all just a spoof.
 As if I stole a chapter
 from someone else's life.
 Now looking back after,
 I knew you were the type...the one.
 You were my dearest
 and I was your darling.
 However, being put to the test
 was certainly not our thing.
 The process was long
 and so full of stuff.
 Our feelings were strong,
 but was it enough?
 We were so pressed
 for all kinds of info
 that one day you confessed
 it was time for you to go.
 How could you deceive me?
 You said Forever!
 And now you are leaving.
 You shouldn't have said never.
 The longer I think on it,
 the more it seems,
 you were less than honest
 and these were just dreams.
 So from darling to dearest:
 my soul learned to despise
 all of our time, but the best
 moments wasted simply gazing into your eyes.

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