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Feb 2013
Her
There was her hair and it looked to me so perfect
And there were her eyes as they looked at me slowly
Her voice in my ears; her hand on my arm
It's the day I remember, her smile shook the sky
Could she see the way I felt and thought
I couldn't just hide it with all of my might
After all, she had been the one
That opened all the doors to the idea of love
But here we were just sitting, talking
And that was as far as I'd know

It wasn't for lack of wanting
But maybe just lack of need
A boy with a mind so hopeless
I was someone she just couldn't see
She always knew I was there though
And she even almost chose me
But eleven months to the day she said no
And two years and a half I've loved her
It doesn't matter, I'd rather still be alone
Then find anyone else besides her
Michael Pick
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Michael Pick  Canada
(Canada)   
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