I didn't love...

I didn't love her...

I didn't love her...

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I didn't love her; I just dug the kicks,

The way she snored gently right next to me,

And caught my back leaving,

All those loving tricks in her eyes each morning…

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I didn't love her; the vibe was good, you agree?

With her, no loneliness, no boredom, no storming.

I didn't keep count of whoever, what, and when,

But hated anyone touching her hands; it's so old...

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I didn't love her, but knew her fave hand,

Her killer perfume, her lipstick so bold,

The mess in her head, and all her wild women.

For some twisted reason, I needed all that mess too.

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I didn't love her, straight up, no fake cry,

I held her at bay - "Hon, this some fickle stew."

I laid out who I slept with, high and dry,

But the tears on her face made me wish I could just fly.

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I didn't love her, just hooked by sheer, crazy heat,

When she whispered, "Do you need me to sleep there tonight?"

Yeah, giving in felt like defeat,

When her lips teased lower in shimmering tight.

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I didn't love her, just heard the thump in her chest,

Tried to bring to life her palms,

When her steps are at a test,

I yelled to haul her safe: "Honey honey now calm...

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I didn't love her, just liked her vibe so grand,

Her grin, the dimples way there oh so grand.

Trying to grasp some peace she made me feel better and understand,

I called her "angel," what made her love the me......

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I didn't love her… right?