It's a shame that you dont love her better.
Teardrop stains find refuge on her sweater.
And your moves are-
Off in the distance.
Tries with her might-
Cannnot break your resistance.
It's a shame that you don't find her sweeter.
Your standards-
So high.
They will never meet her.
And your smile is-
All she's needing.
But she knows your greetings-
Lack the meaning.
It's a shame that you won't hold her closer.
But her peers around-
Always seem to toast her.
And her moves are-
Becoming distant,
You might realize-
Slowly start to miss it.
It's a shame that you assumed you didnt need her.
For it seems your superiors start to seek her.
And your prescence is less than a memory.
As you become your worst enemy.