She
She
She was the first to love me, please me and leave me
The first to take me, fake me and try to break me
Memories of sweetness greater than honey, money
or days blissfully joyful and ever so sunny
Such contrasts are insanely weird, happy , sad
and even quite mysteriously funny
Yet on reflection any first real lusting love
surely can be any and all of the above..........--Tyr-- 04-22-2014...,.
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