Young love

Young love
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He fell for the way she made him feel as if he could do anything,

He loved the way he could do anything with her by his side.

Now she’s gone; he feels like he is useless.

He used to love to stare into her deep blue eyes,

He used to love the way she stared into his,

Now it kills him to look into someone else’s blue eyes,

Because it reminds him of her.

He liked the way she knew him better than anyone,

She knew when he was crying, when he needed her the most and would be by his side,

Now she’s gone; he doesn’t have anyone.





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