IT'S HER I USED TO KNOW

IT’S HER, I USED TO KNOW

From the shadows I watch
As she turns the corner,
Another drink of scotch,
Cross the street to warn her,
Alone she should not walk,
I offer company,
If it’s only to talk,
That’s all it has to be.
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A breeze rustles her hair,
Brown with a copper glow,
Upon her face I stare,
Her eyes on me bestow,
A feeling I’ve not felt,
Since very long ago.
My heart begins to melt,
It’s her – I used to know.



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