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I Don’t Know Love by Martie Hevia

You pull me close and run away.
You kiss me like a man in love.
“It’s all for fun; it’s all a game.”
You try to say.
“Don’t get confused;
Don’t get too close.
This isn’t love.”
Well, then, I don’t know love.
~
Making deals with God.
Trying to find answers in clouds.
Echoes of a fortune teller,
Who made some lucky guess.
“What’s in a name?” Shakespeare wrote.
A lot when it’s a clue —
A breadcrumb on a path to you.
~
When you look at me do you see a child?
Sometimes polished and sometimes too wild?
Too naïve, too vulnerable,
too easily beguiled?
Whatever you see,
It’s not your style.
~
You want me to kiss you…
But feel nothing for you.
“Keep it casual and make it meaningless.”
If white is black and love is wrong,
Then I don’t belong here.
‘Cause I don’t know love.
(No, no…)



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