Material things, I find in your heart
As I place my hand to yours, you start
My palms are cold on your bare chest
I told you, I don't settle for second best
"Seduction is sly", you whisper in my ear
I try to inch closer, perhaps one inch to near
He frowns, oh this pitiful conquest!
My darling! I will not lose this contest.
"Hush". He says, one finger to my
Pressed tight, rosebud smooth, they have
never been kissed
"This is wrong." He mumbles, he re-shirts his chest
And yet, your cheating blood boils with zest
On the edges of your mind, I scatter
I wonder, behind your eyes, what thoughts
"Is my faithfullness to my Love, speared
by a test?
If so, then you will always fall first, second best"
Painful in my own
I realise your love, has its
The First, she sits awaiting your
Redhaired and lavish fire's
And Second Best, is broken,
Left in heartbreaking
No joke, no happy little
It's forever damaging, to be forever Second Best