In life, I know that everybody cries.
But I’ve never seen a tear from her eyes
Since her first breathed breathe, till the last breath dies.
Her small story was long and left unclear.
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It was a long time ago
When I first saw your face
And I knew in that instant
My heart was captured in grace.
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Listen well to my skipped heart beat.
They asked why your words are so sweet,
moaning as they burn up the heat.
Your smiles I can forever look
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That little linen doll from December
She gave me with her heart, I remembered.
By her tiny hands thus not as perfect
But ‘twas a memory, I couldn’t neglect.
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Night and days I long for you.
What happened couldn’t be true!
Why’d you left me all alone?
Your real face was never shown,
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The door you closed behind,
The love you left out blinded.
It’s me, who’s crying out loud,
It’s you who’s looking so proud!
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Yesterday you brought me flowers,
Since then you had me devoured.
Your voice, your touch I seek and sight,
Losing you had always been a fright.
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The freezing glass shivered as the clock handle stroke,
snow on Big Ben, just like you see in the books.
As the pages opened, from spring it started
and flipped through summer, autumn then came winter’s heart.
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She hangs there day and night,
Everyone sees her as the light
Immobile, still but real.
Beauty to people, she appeals.
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