The only number I know, is the one number I cant call,
That doesn't want to talk,hear, or think of me,
but denies it.
It belongs to the only guy whos never treated me right, and yet,
It's the only number I know.
I used to wear these shoes for You, with my hair up in the delicate way that would please You,
And wear this ambrosial smell of vanilla
that sent thrills to your nose,
much like the thrills you felt
when I wore that radiant smile for you.
I used to save these lines for you,
in pouring hours of time-invested letters and poems,
that was kept In your wallet,
as a constant reassuring reminder of my love for you.
But now these shoes are worn daily,
And ive have grown attatched to the way my hair falls on my shoulders instead.
I show this beaming smile everywhere I go,
like a city on a hill, for the world to see.
I over use these lines and phrases in letters that aren't time consuming anymore,
that aren't worthy of anyones wallet, or to be served as any reminder.
I used to do and save a lot of things, just for you.
But now, I do them for someone else.
in its place, I wear this flower in my hair,
that makes me easier to find in a crowd,
I let my hair down, in all of its glory,
Proud of its volume and twists.
My smile, to my surprise, is not jaded,
but instead a glowing symbol that shows my progress.
I know you still look at those notes, and sometimes, I still put my hair up, just for fun.
And then there are the days,
that I painfully remember,
its time to grow up.
Im so proud of you son, I really am.
Im glad to be near you when you shine, just like I always knew you would
