That man all alone,
Losing everything he held dear,
His friends gave him advice,
Yet none were sincere,
I saw him everyday,
I didn't know how to react,
My friends told me some stories,
Said it was a heart he lacked,
From then on I avoided him,
Even my eyes were on lock,
He never had a chance,
He was just a jock,
Although I thought it was mean,
I felt I had sinned,
Then one day our eyes met,
He gave me a grin,
I looked deeper in his eyes,
And in there I saw sorrow,
I wanted desperately to ask,
But thought...no, ...
...tomorrow...
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