A brief whisper unto the ear,
sweet words that seem to matter.
But what's in a phrase of only skin deep
when all it does is flatter?
The heart ignores what the mind is saying,
it hears but won't believe.
Safety is felt in the other's presence
but emptiness spills in every eve.
Night after night it continues,
to that one her heart is drawn.
But deep inside her heart does know
that soon he will be gone.
So why does she keep going back to him
even though she doesn't belong?
Her heart and mind contemplate together,
singing another heart beak song.
Come a few months time he'll be gone for good
and most likely move on with ease.
If nothing else, she'll learn the lesson
that a fickle crush can be a tease.