her eyes were hazel,
that much i remember.
she made it hard to look at anything else.
she was younger than me,
knew more of the world
than i ever would.
i knew i had to let her know,
that the times without her
were the hardest thing to go through...
i knew i couldn't last much longer.
every time she touched me,
it burned my skin,
because i knew, and she knew,
that she did not truly care,
she simply ran her fingers
down my spine,
softly touched my face-
just to see my look.
this woman makes me cry.
and i can't last much longer,
now that i'm without her.
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