The Boy with the Sad Eyes
When you kissed me
I felt the wind rustle through my hair,
like I was free at last.
When you held me
I heard the waves crash on the shore,
like I was in paradise.
When you touched me
I tasted the sweetness of honey,
like it was the first time.
When you decided
I wasn't good enough to taste it,
you ripped all that sweetness away.
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