Glimmering brown eyes, soft black hair, tanned skin, hands just the right size for me, he stands under the shimmering moon smiling that smile. A smile that reminded me of memories we shared, of moments gone by, of laughter we cherished. His eyes like shinning stars gleaming in the night sky. They tell me how much they love me, how much they want me, how much they need me. As he strokes his hand across my face I realize his touch is as elegant and as soft as a rose. Slowly his lips brush against mine and his kiss guides me in the dark. I can feel a flash of red cross my check as I realize I don’t know what to do. As he embraces is me his cheek slides by mine giving a soft touch that promises me we’ll never be apart. I feel like I'm in a dream that just can't be. The time is draining away like water in a sink. The moment is singing and I feel like I'm dreaming. But it's time to say goodbye and promise our meeting again. But why must he go? Can I not stop him? I want to stop him and tell him not to leave. How long do I have to wait till we meet again? Till the end.
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We meet again and I feel joy running through my body. We walk down the grey, rocky sidewalk talking about our last encounter. Then we see two glistening brown eyes, wet from tears looking up at us from the grass. His feet are bare, body cold, the shirt isn’t there. His dirty face and bruised skin tells us he needs help. His throat cries with thirst and although I just had water so does mine. I look at my love expecting him to help the poor soul but instead he looks away and starts to walk. I grab his hand and pull him back. He may be able to turn his face but my heart bleeds for that young boy. The black dry hair and the bruised bare brown skin make me shiver all though I have a thick sweater on. With my branded clothes and sweet perfume I realize he needs the basics more then I need these. I take off my sweater since I have plenty more and take out my water bottle since there's a store next door and hand these to him for he needs it more. Whatever love there was isn’t anymore. For someone who doesn’t care and someone who doesn’t give isn’t for me because I like to share.
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I walk the streets alone today the memories sore and bare. At least that boy is happy not that anyone else cares. I see him on the streets all happy and fair he no longer needs me and his feet aren’t bare. He now has a home to go to and money for him to share. But what matter most is that the bleeding in my heart no longer is there. The smile on his face makes my worries go away. I know somewhere in his heart he prays for me and I know he cares. I will be happy too one day that how it will be fair. I close my eyes and wish now for that day to be near.
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It's a love story that’s real or at least that’s how I feel. I'm Cinderella, I'm Bella, I'm Jasmine, and I'm little mermaid and he is my prince. Black hair, brown eyes, protective he may seem but he only loves me. He’s in the marines and I think that’s neat. He cares for others and I think that’s sweet. My smile has come back today thanks to the boy on the street. I pray for all those like him so they too can be happy but it's not the prayer that counts but what you have done to help. So I now sit on the computer telling all my friends too. Don’t love a guy that doesn’t care for he doesn’t care about you.
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I now walk a different side walk next to a different street. The streets are grey and the sidewalk white but that will never change. My love holds my hand and my normal clothes, there is no brand on me not one I can name but what do you know I see again something I've come to know. A child sitting there looking hungry and hiding her sorrow. I take out some candy and give her some money. I give her my water and a sweater like once before. My love one takes out his cell phone and adds a new number. Now the child has a number and I have the truth. Those you’ve grown up with you will rub off. So don’t be afraid to ask them to share. they will give you everything even their care. I know I sound like a granny but it's true I swear. Giving and sharing always come in a pair. People may think I'm crazy for this but I really couldn’t care.
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There are days when tears will still roll down my cheek and there will be days where I will cry but then of course I will smile. I will smile at the new sidewalk and the old memory. I will laugh at my childish needs. I will smile at new joys that will come. I know those good days will come because someone somewhere is watching over me and taking care of me. I know that somewhere there is a rainbow I just need to find it. I know somewhere someone is waiting for my prayer of thanks and one day I will. But that day just isn’t today. I remember all the lies I was told and all the tears I've shed and ill cry for those days still seem like my best. But tomorrow there will be new days with new tries. And I promise to myself I will smile! I will smile for those who care I will smile for those who care. Because I know it's not fair to have others cry just because your not fine but I will smile.
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