Someone asked me why I don't love him
a friend, but for how long when such bats are set free?
Those declarations of love have wings fit for escaping
maybe he knows the flapping of wings when someone flee
the sudden surge of air, the utter emptiness from what was
No, I don't love him and never shall, but I do like him
the friend who stayed by in my hour of need
the bats now make me suspect that that was for a reason
of the different ways of losing a friend love hurts the most
the lesson of the bats is that what should be for keeps is a loan
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