I’ll put you on a pedestal
You’re so pretty
You’re so perfect
You’re so cool

I’ll write you a million poems
About the sunlight sparkling in your brown hair

But you’ll never care
because you weren’t the one who put it there

Bubbling up floating around my rose scented mind
Is the daydream of you
and your smile
and your eyes
I’d see them more if you could actually just take the time

But no,
no you’re not really mine

So you fade into the humid morning sticky and sore
Keep me floating forever never reaching the shore
I guess I’ll see you in passing sometimes
(on a good day)
maybe this winter or maybe next may