The first song was the beauty that was in her
The second meant her confession of love
The third was how her hand touched yours
The fourth told that her embrace was enough
The fifth was about her tender kisses
In the sixth her hips were swaying with class
The seventh was her heart torn to pieces
But her life she almost took was the song you played last
I stared at this list of songs you have played
Each song that told a story of a "her"
While each "her" was different, a similarity remained
They loved and adored you, but you went no further
You found me, your favorite, and stopped making a list
Of songs you want to play when the day was too long
But what puzzles me is how my pain for them persists
When they told me you were still their favorite song
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About Her
PoetryPoems are her feelings She wants to keep private But she wants everyone to know