You're A New Trend And I'm The Frays Off Your Pants.

Your buttercup fragrance will never be the same,
It coats my lungs like melted cotton candy.
Your words seem to never change; it's kind of lame,
The way you find a way deep inside of me.

The way you made me feel, it almost seemed real,
It was a perfect show to lead me on to your rainbow.
I was high in your arms and I felt made of steel,
Invincible to the pain that I tried to believe I'd never know.

My ear still hears the things that you said to me,
The starting and the ending; all in one replay.
I can't find any comforting words in your melody,
As it quickly turned cold and the sweetness fell away.

Do you know how much your cherry kiss is missed?
And how much it meant when we shared that dance?
I feel insignificant when I think about you and this,
Like you're a new trend and I'm the frays off your pants.

Just one more question I've been wondering about, my dear,
Did you enjoy the way my lips touched your silky skin?
Because I fear that you'll tell me things I wish not to hear,
Your feelings within that will cause my hearts depart to begin.

I have your signature in my heart and in my mind,
A little pain to pull me through the years to come.
Thanks for the time you gave, you helped me find,
That love is f#cking crazy, and it just shouldn't be done,
In any shape, form, course or in any run; it's barely any fun.

Sarah Gammon ©
10/26/05

Thanks for reading -xxx-.