1/10/07

I Love My Girls

One of them loves me now
One just loves my ghost
One just has a memory
That she loves the most

One, she loved me too much
One not quite enough
I flat just ran out on One
When things got too rough

One of them, she loved a friend
Before she ever did love me
And One, she was my first love
the truest there can be

One of them never loved me
And One I never kissed
One of them that's all we did
But it was a chance I didn't miss

One of them I drove away
One of them drove me
One of them watched me drive
Then left me for the sea

Sometimes I cheated, sometimes I lied
But I gave my love for free
So it is that most of them
Are still in love with dusty, broken me.

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A quality of ignorance,
Self-deception may be
Necessary to the poet's survival


-Jim Morrison