She saw the same mop of dark hair,
Pale skin, lean body, standing in all his glory.
He was standing at her foyer,
Didn't have a sneer,
Not was he laughing at her despair.
She stumbled back,
Cause this once, was definitely not a nightmare.
She looked at him,
And saw how much of a mess the pretty face was.
She was stunned to silence,
He seemed hesitant.
Taking a step forward,
He reached out to touch her.
Oh how he'd missed her, the thought he couldn't bare.
She snapped from her momentary daze,
Pushed him out, before he could put her head in another messed up maze.
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The Heartbroken Mind
PoetryLove is a lie. Love is pain. Heartbreak and agony Felt in vain. A beginner trying to portray a Story through poetry. Cover by Renée
