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 lips
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 petals pink
I wonder, behind your eyes, what thoughts you think
"Is my faithfullness to my Love, speared by a test?
If so, then you will always fall first, second best"
Painful in my own imperfection,
I realise your love, has its selection
The First, she sits awaiting your return
Redhaired and lavish fire's a'burn
And Second Best, is broken, bent
Left in heartbreaking discontent
No joke, no happy little jest
It's forever damaging, to be forever Second Best
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