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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