Her

by Zee   Jul 15, 2006


Her breast cupped into my hands
Her lips locked with mine
Her tender touch chills up my spine
The glass sweating, cover in our pants heavy fog
Her body pressed against the window
People watch from down below
Her hands rested to my back, panting now slow
Her body arched, pressing close to me
Our sweet tender love, was shown, so all can see
Ah, my sweet love, her eyes closed
Holding me then, dropping down
I caught her before she hit the ground
Months past, soon summer turned into fall
Her love with me soon faded like the sun
Kissing another, not caring what she had done
Was I just a plot to win him back
After all we did, behind my bedroom door
Now she left me, gone forever more
My heart was broken, torn, and ripped
Seeing him with her, pressing against one another
A year past, I hear she is an early mother
I had moved on, been broken heart again and again
When you read this you may not feel sadness nor woes
I've been in love with girls and boys
Never once used either hearts like toys
You may think I'm just some sorrow-romantic guy
I have a secret I can no longer keep my mind at whirl
That this romance with her, was with me a girl
Her taste remains still at my mind
A man and woman are both capable of breaking your heart
But a heart moves on, love will restart

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