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It was the downtown coffee shop where they first met A beautiful morning on the first of May. She glanced up from the Paulo Coelho book she was reading, Into hazel eyes that refused to look away. Fast forward to a year later, outside the same place. He got down on one knee. "I will love you forever, Marry Me" he said. She whispered "yes" for all the crowd to see. Five years later she lays in bed, On stained pillows that bore marks of the tears she has shed. Heaving dry sobs as she remembers way back when, He promised he wouldn't cheat on her again. Two months later she feels a pain in her chest. Doctor says it's terminal, she has a year at best. He breaks down and begs forgiveness for the cheating The deceit, the lies, and the girl who won't stop calling. She withers away right in front of his eyes And he's left with no answers and nothing but whys Remembering the day at the cafe where they first met She died 2 months later, leaving him with nothing but regret.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
Coffee Shop
It was the downtown coffee shop where they first met A beautiful morning on the first of May. She glanced up from the Paulo Coelho book she was reading, Into hazel eyes that refused to look away. Fast forward to a year later, outside the same place. He got down on one knee. "I will love you forever, Marry Me" he said. She whispered "yes" for all the crowd to see. Five years later she lays in bed, On stained pillows that bore marks of the tears she has shed. Heaving dry sobs as she remembers way back when, He promised he wouldn't cheat on her again. Two months later she feels a pain in her chest. Doctor says it's terminal, she has a year at best. He breaks down and begs forgiveness for the cheating The deceit, the lies, and the girl who won't stop calling. She withers away right in front of his eyes And he's left with no answers and nothing but whys Remembering the day at the cafe where they first met She died 2 months later, leaving him with nothing but regret.
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
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