When he walks in the room
Everyone else disappears
When he looks in my eyes
I can taste the tears
He holds her close
I try not to see
But every kiss her gives her
Always reminds me
The day I walked away,
I swore it was the last
Seeing him now
Takes me back to the past
I move to the door
I know I must leave
His eyes follow me
But they only deceive
When will this pain exit my broken heart
He told me he loved me
Then tore me apart
Now the door is open
And my eyes on only him
Our eyes meet for a moment,
Goodbye old friend
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Stranna Pearsa
A long time ago I discovered the beauty and magic of the written word. The escape it provided when I was trapped was invaluable to me. It is my goal to provide that gift as it had been bestowed upon me so many times by so many others.
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