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The Songbirds Keep Singing Like They Know They Score...
Physically Drained She Put On Her Clothes And Gathered Her Things Together.
He Lit A Cigarette And Stared At The Door Until She Left.
Not A Word Was Spoken.
And Last Night's Moans Hung In The Air Like A Cemetery Fog.
The Both Called This Love:
But This Was Not Love.
Love Was Not A One-Night Stand That Stretched On For Weeks.
Love Was Not A Bed Hitting The Wall With Every Movement And Every Gasp.
Only To Mean Nothing By The Next Morning.
Love Was Not Measured In Twelve-Hour Intervals.
But Still.
They Called It Love.
Love Was Not A Phone Call That Served Only To Make Selfish Demands.
Love Was Not When He Forgot Her Name:
But Remembered The Curves Of Her Body And The Way His Fingers Fit Into Her So Well.
Love Was Not When She Hounded Desperately For His Affection:
Even When He Blatantly Held It From Her.
Love Was Not Mornings Spent In Silence.
And Nights Spent In Thoughtless Motions.
But Still.
They Called It Love.
He Lit A Cigarette And Stared At The Door Until She Left.
Not A Word Was Spoken.
And Last Night's Moans Hung In The Air Like A Cemetery Fog.
The Both Called This Love:
But This Was Not Love.
Love Was Not A One-Night Stand That Stretched On For Weeks.
Love Was Not A Bed Hitting The Wall With Every Movement And Every Gasp.
Only To Mean Nothing By The Next Morning.
Love Was Not Measured In Twelve-Hour Intervals.
But Still.
They Called It Love.
Love Was Not A Phone Call That Served Only To Make Selfish Demands.
Love Was Not When He Forgot Her Name:
But Remembered The Curves Of Her Body And The Way His Fingers Fit Into Her So Well.
Love Was Not When She Hounded Desperately For His Affection:
Even When He Blatantly Held It From Her.
Love Was Not Mornings Spent In Silence.
And Nights Spent In Thoughtless Motions.
But Still.
They Called It Love.
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