A Portrait of the One I Once Loved
Sunshine in your hair,
green eyes like cash money--too
rich for a poor soul.
Sweet, pursed lips that say one thing;
then goes and does another.
My drug addiction,--
mystery...bewilderment!
A soul in bondage:
"You and me, forever," you
said! Naíve, I believed you.
"Friend or fake?" I now
wonder. If friend, I love you
still. If fake, then I
love only the idea of
you. Why make me choose, my love?
Sunshine in your hair,
green eyes like cash money--too
rich for a poor soul.
Sweet, pursed lips that say one thing;
then finds and loves another.
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