She says " I Love You." more than she means it,
I laugh when I see her heading home with a man or woman,
She's a tease,
She'll never really love them,
And its the same story every time,
She brags about how they were in bed and then never talks about them again.
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Poetry 2
PoetryLove is nothing but being strangers, then friends, best friends, lovers, and then it all crashes down, and your strangers once more.
