The Writing Hut

I caught a glimps of her smile
And it all went goodbye
When I looked in her eye
It was over
Over for me , over for my heart
It felt like a dart was shoot righti in to my heart
Everything around turind into fine art
And my poor little heart
It ended broken again
Because her eyes turned my burning desire to eyes
And when she opened her mouth
It was anything but what I sought

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