ii. Bold

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Her black eyes bold,
Yet, so unnaturally cold.
Frame so tall;
I met her first in a roadside stall.
She looked at me like she's seen a ghost,
Not how one would look at most;
Of course, yes, I was shocked!
Those big, black eyes were on me locked.

"What's the matter?", I asked
But her mind was carefully masked;
So as to not let out any of those hidden emotions,
So vast as any of the oceans.
But I guess I'll never know;
As now she's no more,
With or near me in distance;
She's half the world away
Standing in the cold light of the day..

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Hello again! For every poem I write, I'll be explaining here who or what my inspired the poem, because I guessed that might help you make sense of it. And this one here was inspired by one of my friends, I guess. The first time I met her was pretty weird and she's the one who's inspired this outta me.

I hope you enjoyed the poem and thanks for reading!!

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