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her smile it hurt,
her hair, when it blew,
it was a whip to my face.
her words were empty,
emotionless, meaningless.
i dreampt about her still,
why?
because my life was a mess
a disaster without plan for better.
a tornado in an already messed up person.
your smile makes me smile,
your hair, when it blows,
looks so beautiful.
your words have a purpose,
they ring clear, and loud,
i dream about you.
you were the street cleaner that pushed all the snow to the side,
and made room for new adventures,
you made room for yourself,
because i couldnt pull myself together enough to do it.
i know that you wont see this, but she will.