Perhaps I was just,
Another notch on your belt,
Of the 84 women you've ever dated.
I like to think,
What we had was far deeper,
For it lasted four times longer,
Than any of your others.
But you moved right on,
As if we had been nothing,
But a gust of wind in the summer:
Beautiful, but fleeting
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
Perhaps I was just,
Another notch on your belt,
Of the 84 women you've ever dated.
I like to think,
What we had was far deeper,
For it lasted four times longer,
Than any of your others.
But you moved right on,
As if we had been nothing,
But a gust of wind in the summer:
Beautiful, but fleeting
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