Posted on January 22nd, 2009 in Darkness and silence, Death becomes her, Fiction, Just another one of those dreams, Other, Poetry, When you walked away
She whispers-
Things he been longing to hear.
The falseness of the duration
Made no matter for he had
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He looks into her EY ES
And notice a sudden change;
Her brown eyes, beautiful they are
Turning into tempestuous blacks of mischief.
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