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a short poem of lost love |
she waits up for me to get off work i come in late and slip off her skirt and we call it love but she asks for me to show her I hold her tight all through the night til sun brings the dawn and i roll over i meet those sleepy eyes and greet her pretty thighs kiss her check and rest my head upon her shoulder i see her smile it takes a while but soon she turns to me and begs for me to hold her to whom my dear do i owe this pleasure key to the greatest treasure i look into her eyes and they say forever and we think its love but she wants for me to tell her a dirty man upon the street once told me love is only in the movies i shrugged him off and carried on but it stayed with me and i begin to have my worries she asks me when I'll see her again and i tell her soon and she asks me to come over shell kiss my ear and make it clear its me she wants beside her and we call it love but she asks me to convince her the old mans words strike sharp my nerves and in turn i begin to unravel your letters say you feel one way your hands tell me its cold upon your shoulder i believe one time i once had love a girl and i fit like a glove and we called it love but still she found another |