Just a little poem, about love, and possibly more. |
I spent an hour doing my makeup yesterday Jet black eyeliner, lip gloss raspberry bouquet And I did it just to mess with your imagination To cause a little temptation, a little desperation But instead I was met with hesitation and the realization That I was falling hard in anticipation For so much more I dyed my hair to bring back the blonde you first met The one with the vodka and the cigarettes Who smelled of vanilla and a bit of skunked beer And would tell you everything you'd want to hear Who would do anything to get you alone in a room Who was easy to seduce and quick to assume That you were even in to me to begin with I watch the phone to see if you'll call When I know the chances are small Cause you're doing the same thing We're both waiting for that phone to ring And I'll eventually give in Waiting for you to pick up and let me smile Knowing I haven't smiled in a while Cause I haven't been with you So I put that vodka back in the cabinet above the sink Beside the eyeliner and lip gloss stained with pink And I threw out the cigarettes and the rest of the beer And I know that's what you really want to hear Cause you care about me and want what's best And I value your opinion above the rest Cause I love you And I care so much about you And I never want to lose you Even though I know I wont |