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I think of days
just the best are yours
and when in the emptiness
of the nights without
the heart wants
Cannot, forget
when I think of your face
an ache feeds my pain
amazing, Green eyes twice
and three shades
missing,
your smile, never fading
remains, constant,
two shades,.. maybe,
I think, of the lies
and truths, mine hurt
light hits me,
a realization, and shame
on me, on the the way,
things are wronged
the fights,
right or half wrong...
the way her name
and the hurt
and what remains
is like a scar on the soul
I cant deny how she creates
an aching need
there is no control
i try, i do, i lose
I tried it all
maybe inside
i dont want to forget you.
The days,
And just the best were yours.