

It HurtsI was at the party, She was there, My heart droped, Just remembering the times we had shared. Her smile still the same, Her voice makes me want to cry, Things will never be the same, My thoughts seem so lame. She's much different now, I'm a memory of her past. Already she has gave what's special to another, I wish our relationship would have last. All my life I have met those who are wonderful, My wish is for just one to stay. The last was just too unfaithful! Oh this empty space, Always looking for the next, Please let me feel full.It Hurts
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This feelingWhy does she look at me . . . As if I were the only one in a room. Her eyes show excitement and possibility, Breaking conversation to let me know she's interested. Her smile takes form . . . As if it were to only be shown to me. Casually dressed and easily pleased, she's perfect. What does she dream? Who does she wait for? Don't push the possibility. Wait for the most akward moment. Wait for the moment that stops time! Hair falls infront of her eyes. Her body falls close to mine. Don't let me go! Our hands fall catching at the bottom. What is thisThis feeling
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