He had only been her second lover,
but her first didn't deserve another.
She'd been searching like a fool for a crime,
hoping things aren't always up just the first time.
She had found him in the literature section
Of a bookstore with a hefty collection
Of works by feminists and gays and
And manuals of fasting, tutoring,
She asked him if he liked
An d he replied that they hadn't met
Barely amused, not impressed,
Took out a pen, she gave her number to him
she didn't want to be alone
She hid from daylight like she was
He felt for her, looked twice as ghostly
They spent their days waiting
Thanks to him, she paled in comparison
Her pale skin, her lips painted blood red
Made her look like she could play
But she never would've looked
backwards in front of a camera
Truly someone he could listen to all day
He thought things fit for someone
So he picked up the phone to
He's just waiting with the telephone
He's not one to call anyone at all
She needs a friend, anyone at all
He'll be there as she starts to fall
to tell her that she shouldn't end
Their first day was at a double feature
Went to a cafe and looked to the skies
Coffee all around the maze
he found himself in her bed
Before the fact there was little debate
Soon after that it got to
Hour later he told her he'd
She said the only thing she
In order to live she would gladly give
An hour later he told her
She said the only thing she
In order to live she would gladly give
She didn't want to be alone
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