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That One Special Night

Updated on November 9, 2016
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My name is Sheila. I am a frustrated singer, writer, photographer. I may not have a colorful life but heck, life itself is colorful already.

PROM NIGHT


He was looking intently

That I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

I could see the deep, overflowing emotions

Gathered in those eyes

As they shone so bright during that night.


I felt so weak, I felt so numb

My throat had dried,

And the words I wanted to say slowly slipped away.

I just watched those eyes

Counting how many times they blinked,

I counted none.


I could have seen more, I could have stayed

Watch how those eyes adored, cared and loved.

But my eyes went tired

And slowly, I walked away

Fighting back the traitor tears from falling

I walked away in pain.


Those eyes, which glowed with love that night

Fell deeply in love.

They fell in love, with her.


/circa2001

© 2016 ShaylaOprecious

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