The eyes are a window that lead straight to her soul,
Telling a story that is so often told,
She seemed to have lost all self-control,
To her this story will never get old.
The tears that often rolled down her face,
Were for the hurt and resentment she felt,
But what these tears could not erase,
Was the hand that her life had dealt.
What was life missing, she asked herself,
Was there something she hadn't seen?
Then she met a boy who couldn't seem to love himself,
And wondered how she could intervene.
They talked and laughed and fell in love, never did they disagree,
Then one day he asked the girl, "Will you marry me?"
Please tell me what you think
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oh wow
now ur your kind of scaring me cause I also met a boy that didn't love himself and I wanted to help him out. (A little hint,if you read my poems half of them are about him.) but it didn't work the same way for me as it did for you, we didn't always see eye to eye, and now I hardly talk to him. this poem brings such memories
hope to read more from you and ty for sharing.
::huggs&kisses::
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A very touching peice!!!
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romantic
I love the ending it's beautiful, ahhh how cute too -
awww sis thats sooo sweet hehe.. love you ,koda
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awww sis thats sooo sweet hehe.. love you ,koda
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