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Better Eyes
I can tell you a little story, and I wish it was a lie, it’s about a woman, of course, One that I let inside. She I’d known for many years, was a good friend of mine, must’ve known I wanted more but couldn’t find the time, for me. She teased me for years and years, that ain’t no half-truth, kept me there right on her hook as pretty girls will do. I was always waiting patiently, this she always knew, was too young to know the hurt that lust can inflict on you, on me. I liked to hint at moments, that we should give it a go. She’d smile and say “maybe,” maybe was always “no.” She said the timing wasn’t right, when it was she’d know. The mind that I was thinking with wasn’t high, but way down low, that’s me. Then one night I ranted, raged, said something had shift. Told her to walk out my door, that I was done with this. Then she became a purring kitten, desperately craving it, I tore her shirt off then and there, and to my bed we tripped, 'lucky' me. Now there is nothing out there she does not want to try, and when I said “too far, girl,” she’ll go find other guys. The image that I’d built of her was a fantasy of the mind, I wish I’d learned, before our vows, to see with better eyes. Stupid me…
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