Those 2 hands
Used to be gentle
They held me and
wiped away silly tears
that mouth of yours
used to taste so sweet
kissed me gently and
spoke away fears
Your brown eyes used
to be beautiful
making me believe the words
I love you.
How naive I was
to think your hands
would go back
to being gentle
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