Long light brown hair,
and big dark brown eyes,
with a huge smile to match.
I was seventeen. Carefree
and as happy as I could be.
I was seventeen. I
stand there looking deep
into his intriguing brown eyes,
and watch as his smile slowly
fades away into a blank stare.
I was seventeen. Watching
as all the memories we had,
quickly faded away into nothing.
I was seventeen. I hear him whisper
to me, “I am sorry” and “goodbye.” I watch
as he slowly turns and walks away
from me. Standing there hopeless
and heartbroken, at seventeen.
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