2nd Entry: Holy Book of Zen

Sadness in the eyes of charm
Does she realize that my heart is easily broken too?
I am nothing my love
As simple as the rising sun
Passing from each moment until the day becomes the next

I cannot approach you like this
I will not approach you like this
A million ways to smile
But only if she wants to…

It didn’t even look like her
It might have been her sister

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