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Jun 2014
A smile of cold, and a heart of ice,
I bury my pain, I smother my cries,
I stare into her eyes, those deep blue eyes,
Yet all I see, is a well of lies,
I grasp her hand, I stroke her lips,
Delve into those eyes, for that love I miss,
I search for clues, I search for answers,
Yet all I see, is the eyes of a monster,

In the cold dark night, I plan to run away,
From the beast I loved, by which side I once lay,
My tears stream down, brimming with pain,
From what I have lost, and what not gained,
I hoped for a future, a life with her,
Full of freedom, devoid of cares,
I close my eyes, think of the girl I loved,
And realize we can never again, have what we once had,
For despite my quest, my meaningless answers,
All I can see, is the eyes of a monster,
For despite my love, and all my hope,
I fell in love, with a heartless monster.
The Wordsmith
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The Wordsmith  Ghana
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     --- and Tyler Lynn Pulliam
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