Replacement.

Hey, girly girly.
Good luck to you.
He's so tightly wrapped around your finger
That it's turning scary-blue.
You're on a throne of gold and jewels,
But how long will he let you rule?
Until the next girl comes along...
That's when the string will come undone.
But who am I to say what's love?
For all I know you are his One.
I'm doubtful, sure, but I wish you both the best.
Remember, I was his poor heart's first guest.

8/7/07