the hired photographer couldnt capture this detail
of her sad face reflecting in his brass buttons,
she lays her brunette head on an empty bed,
as the hot tears stream down her made-up face,
her loose hair falls out of its bobby pinned bun,
and she doesn't want to think back
to the moments when he promised her the forevers.
but her mind doesn't let her stop the thoughts,
that come flooding in, she settled for the second best,
and her best is out there, wondering without her,
she did this for comfort,
and now all she wants to do is find her best.
her weary eyes open, and she no longer hesitates,
she grabs her red coat and yells for a taxi,
mascara and tid-bits of the night still rest on her face,
but she must find him, he is waiting for her.
his laughter can be heard around the world,
and his warmth can be felt from where she is,
she searches for days, worn and exhausted,
the date tells of the time 4 years ago when they met,
as she finds herself under the biggest tower in Paris,
the hot tears well up, as a warm hand catches the first one to fall,
her green eyes glisten as he looks at her,
he is her best, no ring to tie him to another girl,
as he takes her delicate hand in his and places the shiniest thing on that one finger,
he is hers, and he will keep his promises of forever.
