Your eyes wander,
whenever I begin to speak,
glancing above and below,
My eyebrows,
My nose,
My thighs,
And every time,
I continue my story,
Hoping that things will be different,
Hoping you will have listened,
And it hurts,
It really, really hurts,
That I allow myself to take in so much hope,
That I care more about you than the times you've brought me down,
I guess it's sad that I never learn,
I don't know who I'm more disappointed in,
Because after all the chances I've given,
Not once have you ever proven me wrong,
But I will probably still try again tomorrow.
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