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Mar 2018
Maybe it was the look in your eyes
Or the daring, cold air.

But everything about the moons light made your skin look more fair.
Your lip’s feel more soft, me more vulnarable
And your eye's  making these nights more rare.

Our small glances made me simply feel high and by the looks of the obnoxious smiles that we had, we both adored this night.

The trees grew a loving snare and that's when the stars  hinted me that you my love, still cared.

But the cracks in these old streets whispered to me, reminded me of my heart's oldest tear.
Everything went black for a moment then I woke up, the world tilted, and my blood pressure flared.

Looking at my given up hand sideways across the cold ground I realized all this was, was everything I hoped for fooled into a dream.

I got up yet my feelings took a shake, I loved you it seemed.

As soon as I felt something was missing, something was gone. This "something" was different to... I soon enough noticed that the thing that was missing was you.
Written by
Lexeigh Evans
  365
   Skye Marshmallow
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