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Personal Piece- Contains upsetting material - dropbox of my thoughts
Your baby blues reflect the insecurity I feel
When I touch,
I breathe you in
I once found laughter
Where do I begin
To pick up our pieces
A puzzle scattered
Along the creases
Of the bags under your eyes
The smile has faded
In your voice, so low
Will I ever see your cheeks glow
Red with passion
Once there, now forgotten
But only by you
My heart beats slow
With the monotone
Nowhere to go,
No place to see
When all I see is the reflection of me
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