Fair-weather sweetheart

Hide behind your porcelain makeup

Cozy and cuddling in an oversized sweater

Fearing the touch of skin when she wakes up

Expecting more I love you buts and you deserve betters

When the eyes of the rebel are bigger than its stomach

Her eyes are intimacy, the prelude of Bach

Intricate and delicate, classy is exploited

Should have known better, she leaves so disappointed

Fair-weather sweetheart, poor and lost in the morning

Caked with the longing for affection and forewarning

Innocent lips and summer-stained smile,

Whispering hair falling in wistful eyes,

She’s left with a note, a sun burning goodbye,

Rejected all day and called back by night.