The sky lost blue in favor of magenta that day. She was dreaming again of romance and love. Of hands about her waist in the kitchen. Her bed hot with his passion for her She wanted fire and excitement She never noticed ordinary old me. I was her only confident? Yes her best friend. Watch my lips honey they whisper love. So much what you need. So much what I want. Last night she went to the bar Once again seeking Blue eyes and a smile of heats promise? She ignored my lips that were ready to explode my love for her. My needs for herv all in her body? For the casual smile of a handsome stranger. Who would take her needs and wants And use them to pleasure himself. Why can’t she see its me she needs It’s me who can put fire in her bed. And hands about her waist As she cooks pasta for dinner. Or needs a hug its me only me? I know I have the thing she needs most. A heart that is full of love Just for her.