I had looked into your eyes
to see what was a tear.
I know not where it came from,
your face
now red
and damp.
But your lips are pressed to mine
as mine against yours.
A soft sob hushed
beneath my lips
is gone.
I open my eyes
to find myself
upon my bed,
alone.
Ok, are the words a little too cliche or overused?
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