He woke in the morning
The first rays of sunshine hit his face
And he could still smell the scent and the trace of you
Did she love him or was he just simply being used.
Laying there among the crumpled sheets
He remembered her and her beauty,
She was so peaceful looking in her sleep
When he last saw her that night,
Before she decided, to get up and leave
And he now felt so lonely
Did this mean nothing?
Was it ever only. a one night fling
It tore him to pieces because he felt the sting
Of deep and tender loving and true meaning
But now he was feeling
The embarrassment if stupidity
Believing her intentions meant anything at all.
fauxcroft 
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