xxviii. The Game of Love

February 13, 2011

She didn’t quite know,
What it meant to be in love;
She just played along.

She loved last kisses;
They were her only reason,
For getting involved.

She hated goodbyes;
So she always disappeared,
Without saying it.

She loved first meetings;
That was the only reason,
She’d finished with him.

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