Bars Of A Rhyme

As she sits there without a smile on her face
And wonders why her smiles have been replaced
With feelings she knows should only belong
Somewhere written in the words of a song
As he sings his Sunday Night Serenades
She watches him and asks is he just a phase

And then he looks at her, smiles and she thinks
It can’t be her it must just be the drink
Flowing through her mind only to confuse
Does he say what he does only to amuse

He tells her she’s beautiful and gives her a kiss
Then makes a joke about something she’s missed
Are his sentiments real or just a game
Should she feel special or just the same

His songs keep singing around in her head
Interpretations of love and being misled
Does she know she breathes for him night and day
Does he know his face never fades away

His words choke her like her silver chain
But if he’s not to know is he to blame
The truth hurts as the blame is hers
She was the one who misread all the words

Although her painful feelings run true
The truth is he can’t feel the same way too
She knows she’ll forget him one day in time
For now he’ll be remembered through the bars of a rhyme.