It seems to have been years since that day,
Coffee stained smile and ruby red #42 lipstick.
He went for a handshake and got my number.
Surprise was never so sweet as his bambi eyes.
Star crossed lovers in a whirlwind romance
And it grew with time from a tender kiss.
It grew with time into a deeply despised obligation
When he knew this heart to the second it beat.
Sometimes I wish it never grew with time
Because now he deems me to be predictable.
Sweet misery, keep me from that path
Dismal dreams, guide me far till I forget
The smell of his Giorgio Armani draws me astray
And it's expected of the puppy to come home
But this bitch has better plans.
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