Daytona State College

One of Many - Isabella Griffin

I have known you for less than one year,  

Although it feels like many more.  

Yet in this small time I have learned to fear,  

That you may walk out the door. 

Your embrace is comforting,  

Your lips are like feathers against mine.  

Your mind is a maze; I am always left wondering;  

But I have heard bad of you through a grape vine. 

Your lips have not kissed just one,  

Your arms have held more than one can count.  

You have been around; 15 women and sum,  

All of which were of considerable account. 

How can I believe that I am different to you than the others?  

I know I am not; I am simply just one of your many lovers.