I wish I had you the way she does. The way your eyes hold a little longer with pure intention. The way your eyes smile with contentment. And the way you'd let her get the very best of you. I still remember the way you'd hold me that way. And I can't help but ask myself what does she have that I don't? Because I love you just the same. But you love her more than you ever did with me.
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PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...