HE LOVED ME FOR A WHILE
He loved me a while he was with me ,
Note that I loved him more ,
His fashion of his love gets me any ways.
Who knows what this love may give us yet !
But this love we shared we left it so bare
With no care !
This love is getting deep out of hand .
But when we are together we make deep
Passion under the covers .
We have a wild side to this love we play
And the style we keep it all in the game
Of love and hate .
Lilly Emery (C)
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