02-14-2006, 12:07 AM
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Paint An Empty Page
Join Date: Mar 2002
Location: Ont, Canada
Posts: 814
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The Truth That Lies Within...
She stood, looking in his eyes, both as blue as the skies and water,
Beautiful, even while crying, best described by poets or authors,
It reflected what he felt, projecting his sorrow to her in just moments,
She never noticed it before, but only had to really look to know it,
And as their eyes locked, he walked towards her, so slowly at first,
As he searched her eyes for a question he hadn't ever before heard,
But felt there was something, and that he'd have an answer to give,
But, all he could do was assume, unaware of any truth laying within....
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