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You stare at you walls,
Bare and white,
With tears falling down your face.
I take your hands,
Trying to meet your eyes,
Brushing the tears from your cheeks.
Your cheeks are pink,
Flushed from my touch,
As you finally meet my eyes.
A soft smile lights your face,
As delicate as lace,
Turning my world from black and white.
I'm in love your happiness,
So won't let blue be your colour.
You deserve so much more.
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this poem is really important to me, because i originally wrote it for one of my friends x
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