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4 She Don’t Believe in Love

June 28, 2013

She Don’t Believe in Love

She gathered men in scrapbooks
Pasted them onto leaves
It was her hall of infamy
Crimes measured by degrees
And maybe if she’d wanted
She might have scratched their eyes
And burned out their insides
And crushed them in her thighs
It didn’t show, you couldn’t know
She don’t believe in love

You thought you might be able
You were driven to refute
Her dear and long held feelings
That love with men was moot
You thought that if she wanted
She might have kissed your cheek
Encouraged you to speak
Left clues for you to seek
It didn’t show, you couldn’t know
She don’t believe in love

Perhaps she’d undertaken
The habits of a nun
Fingering her rosary
Devoted to the one
And why not if she wanted
To contemplate his face
Achieve a state of grace
All evil thoughts erase
It didn’t show, you couldn’t know
She don’t believe in love

And when you did last see her
She was practicing a tune
Words she sang were laced like threads
As woven from a loom
It seemed that all she wanted
Was to sing her hymns of praise
To all that God had made
To her sisters of the shade
It didn’t show, you couldn’t know
She don’t believe in love

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