Monday, 27 April 2015

Gift

The breath you took away
That is a gift.
The eyes that twinkled at me
That is a gift.

The footsteps you left in my heart
That is a gift
The way you broke my heart
That is a gift.

The way you made me suffer
That is a gift
The nights I spent thinking of you
That is a gift

The way you look at things
That is a gift
The things you love to hate
That is a gift.

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