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One of a kind.

Do you still remember

That night that we met?

Out on the dock

Playing truth or dare?

And you walked over,

Cause there was your friend?

 

My dear,

The second I saw you,

I knew I was hooked.

By the way that you stood.

I knew that I wanted you,

I knew you were too good.

 

The thing is, my dear,

That I was wrong.

You went with the flow,

And strung me along.

We talked every day,

You even showed me that song.

 

Then that night,

You know the one.

You were in town,

And we wanted to have fun.

So I snuck out to meet you,

And my life then just begun.

 

From the second we first kissed,

I knew I was stuck.

The way you tasted,

Like brandy and scotch.

The way you tasted,

I just couldn't get enough.

 

But then, it was over.

In the blink of an eye.

You made out with her then,

But was I really surprised?

Did I really expect I was something special?

Did I really expect I was one of a kind?

 

Of course not, my dear.

I just should have known.

She's more special than I,

And no, I'm not mad.

I know that I don't deserve

An explanation of why.

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natalie-b
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Dec 12, 2012
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