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Aug 2013
On the warm July night,
He held me close, and refused to let me go.
He grabbed my waist,
Looked me right in the eyes,
And jumped into the darkness.
His smile never faded,
His eyes never left mine.
How I wish I knew
Exactly what he was thinking
On the warm July night.
He told me that I was most important,
He told me that he did not care about the others.
Just like that,
My heart fell into his hands
He loves me;

3 years
And 346 days have passed
Since I first looked into your eyes.
Everyday
I crash and burn.
I am alone, as she is deep within his arms,
On this August night.
It is cold,
And I wish that you were here.
He is smiling at her,
Now holding her waist,
Looking into her eyes.
Where have you gone?
Sinking
Sinking
Sinking,
You have left me.
Have I crossed your mind,
On this cold August night?
He loves me not;

I picked all the petals
Off of each flower
And I still do not know
If he loves me
Or not.
-A.M.
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