Tears swell in her lids;
forcing their way to her cheek;
the truth in her feelings make her weak;
she's so broke
she can't speak
on the value
of their relationship;
she can't peak
from the failure
pulling her from
her urge to peek
at the future to come
since the present
in his presence
makes her meek;
she can't love him this way,
but...
she loves him that way.
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