The idea of her

Dark hair.
Scottish.
English.
American.
Blue eyes.
Green eyes.
Dark eyes.
Yeah and
she loves me,
she loves me not.
The last
we met;
the yellowing of
her teeth,
the grip of her
hand on my back…
oh yeah,
and she loves me,
she loves me not.
I push her,
I pull her
I…
and I fool her.
I still see her.
I still love her.
Yeah
she loves me,
she loves me not. 

The End

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