no rain, no flowers (poems)

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Her eyes,
as cold as ice,
although sometimes,
I can perceive,
all the match,
she tries to win,
with all her might.
That’s why I don't,
just easily judge,
the way she wants,
to make all boys,
fall on their knees,
and make them cry.
Because for sure,
deep inside,
she wants to try,
to fall in love,
by those who don't,
just easily bid,
all their goodbyes.