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His Happiness is Killing Me

Poetry By: purplecurve
True confessions

Blonde hair and blue eyes made up my entire universe.

Submitted:Apr 23, 2011    Reads: 45    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

It's already been 7 months. How come I'm not over this? I've been told it's easy, Getting over that bliss. With him, it's different. He walks easy. Without even trying, He makes me queasy. He makes up my universe Each and every corner It makes me sad to say That I consider him my former He made me feel confident Made me say "I can" Too bad it was all over Before it even began


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