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What Makes My Heartache?And what makes my heartache? That hint Of sorrow in your eyes Two dark murky puddles.. The glance you sneak A look That captures Your tiny regret As you watch me walk And walk away.. And what makes my heartache? That Soft Quiet Puppy dog blink? Or of the knowledge Held deeply inside That in this instance My Hopelessly Romantic Feelings Must die.. Because For me It would be such a lie To think From a look That escaped your eyes.. That you will (ever) change? That Anything Ever will be Anything But The same.. Renee`Nunez2010(surrealdancingpoet) Vote for this poem
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