Blue-Eyed Supernova

A thousand poems, and not one about him
No words can express the love I've fallen in
With eyes as blue as mountain skies
And arms to hold her every time she cries
But all I want is for him to finally know
All the ways that he haunts my soul.

He's no "Champagne Supernova", though
With his bass guitar and silly rock and roll
Still he makes my heart break every time
He woos me with another overrated rhyme
Looking out of his sweeping locks
Flashing me a smile that rocks.

I want to hate her, but I don't have a reason
So I sit and watch in pain, season after season
He's just like a drug or a swig of booze
Everything to gain and not a thing to lose
Without the fear of an unknown dread
And a bandana around his pretty head.