He is Him

by Amanda Sharp   May 27, 2011


I hear his name.
I hear his voice.
I see his face.

The name that was my favorite.
The voice whispered in my ear long ago "I love you."
The face that was as precious as diamonds and gold.

That person I loved.
That person is him.
He is the guy who broke my heart.
The guy I love

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