Silent Guilt

The breeze sways through the midnight sky
The whispers of silent guilt
The smell of his curve cologne lingers
I remember his hands in mine as we walked along the beach
The way his brown eyes shimmered in that midnight sky
made the starts dissapear
That smile , that always broke down my walls of fear
And that laugh that sounded like the ocean and its waves
Stained tears, on my cheeks just like stained glass
Silent guilt, of a love that ran away.

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