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Jul 2015
I could see it in his eyes
His golden heart was in disguise
He was different from the rest
Lonesome and depressed

But I could make him smile!
And suddenly my heart was in denail
We fell in love, and we fell out of love
But oh boy, we fell

They say the first love is the sweetest
But Baby, the first cut is the deepest
His voice was broken
And his wounds were open

I had to say goodbye
For this, didn't just make me cry
He gave me a new perspective
Even though he was deceptive

This baggage wasn't his
For this boy, had so much more to give
The silence was deafening

I will help him carry his baggage
As he had carried mine
I'm not leaving this innocent boy
Not this time.
Kayla Hofmeyr
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Kayla Hofmeyr
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