his radiant smile constantly welcomed me with a newfound warmth each time we met and his chocolate eyes would remind me that yes, i am his. he'd wrap his comfortable arms around my waist and hold me close, no matter how much despair filled my aching heart. but he slowly began to stare at other females, and he begin to lose interest in my loving hazel eyes that longed to be locked with his. his eyes no longer held the loving gleam he'd always give me. his smile faded and i can't help but wish and wish and wish and wish for the boy who's eyes constantly reminded me that yes, i was his.
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poetry
Poetrythis is stupid poetry written by me about a boy. yes, love stories have come to be horribly mainstream. yes, the word love has been thrown around so much it hardly has meaning to some people anymore. but, if we've never experienced worse than heart...
