Tell me what you think?:
A smile so pure of pearly whites
A sound of music I've never heard
A sparkle in your glance
Leaves me fleeting, hopelessly
For unfamiliar territory
And answer the unasked questions
Fulfill a craving that my hands can't touch
The hands of comfort to wipe away
The unshed tears of loneliness
I'm hoping, wishing, wanting things that cannot be
The possibilities of actuality slip away
Leaving me to face the infamous reality
Of empty laughs and hardened eyes
Cold hands, cold heart
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