I remember Darlene, what a beautiful girl.
She had just everything. Her hair in a curl,
dark brown, supple, shining and so smooth.
Sweet, soft, sexy she was. I knew the truth,
though. She only used me.
She broke my heart.
To drive-in movies and on long rides we went,
these fantasy trips became my love's lament.
So tender, so gentle did she ask for this and that,
all the while I thought I was a cool cat.
How bad can it be?
She broke my heart.
At school, in my Model A or eating, we sat together,
she was as unpredictable as the weather.
Until Sandy came in, I was gone on Darlene,
then I found out she was just plain mean.
Love is fickle, now I see!
She broke my heart.
poetrandy -
Revised March 6, 2008
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