A man with storm gray eyes appeared on my door
The man I loved and once I adored
With glistened eyes, he looked at the floor
"I'm sorry for leaving, I love you, Mi Amor."
I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore
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Waves
PoésieEvery stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]
