I don't know how this poem will end,
or whether or not it will open a new door.
Not sure if I want you as a lover or friend.
Past actions you need not defend;
my pain had existed a long time before.
I don't know how this poem will end.
[And will my lust continue to follow a certain trend:
women who dig women! will there be more?
Not sure if I want you as a lover or friend.]
You know I'll always love you, and flowers I will send
til you find me dead of old age on the kitchen floor;
I don't know how this poem will end.
Your talents inspire; your perfume transcends;
Just thinking of you makes my heart soar.
Not sure if I want you as a lover or friend.
Way past the time that I wear Depends,
dearest, please know that I am always yours.
I don't know how this poem will end.
Not sure if I want you as a lover or friend.
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