They look at me
With dismay
With dispair
With wonder and love
They ask
Who my dear who broke your heart
What pain do you carry
How deep are your wounds
Who
Broke you
How beautiful you bleed they say
Those hazel eyes
They ask
Filled with her own pain
With her own heart ache
She smiles
And her gentle hands
Cares away my tears
She holds me near
And whispers in my ear
Don't worry
I am here
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