Green is my new favourite colour,
Your name is my favourite two syllables.
Without you life gets a little duller,
But I can’t help but feel I am a fool… simply gullible.
Don’t believe the boy with a pretty smile,
It only make the silky smooth words easier to swallow.
Slowly they start to taste bitter and vile,
Words to me are only hollow.
But this is not your fault,
I blame the boy from my past.
The boy with a pretty smile.
For his words were an assault,
No not physical, just on my heart, but they were the last.
The last for me to believe from a boy with a pretty smile,
The last boy to feed me sickening lies and then wonder why I am sick.
But he is a different boy under a different file,
Which is why it is you I still pick.
Despite your pretty smile.
So, green is still my favourite colour,
And your name is still my favourite two syllables.
Please don’t prove me wrong and become the new last boy with a pretty smile.
… and green eyes
By Sticky Girl