Him

My smile shines at the sound of his name

His chocolate eyes stared only at me

But his reputation brought him his fame

Why did his looks fill up my heart of glee?

 

His calm voice brought me home.

His sweet words wrapped me in a warm embrace.

When he left me my heart was left to roam.

I’m so glad I ne'er let him past first base.

 

When I see him now my mouth tastes so sour.

I wish I ne’er let him under my skin.

Luckily he didn’t over power.

Now he is the one alone drinking gin.

 

I’ve ignored him and found someone brand new,

Find some other new girl to go and screw.

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