Dreaming of you
while the sun dries my face.
Pretty red dresses
just to please you
attract the wrong bees.
The home of the shiny
has her spotlights on me
(or so it seems)
and has you looking the other way.
My love is wasted on you,
but you know, it's not.
It's my life,
it's the whole of me and all
I long to be.
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