Forget
You greeted me with a smile
And then we walked down the aisle
We laughed and preceded to flirt
Then you went home to the desert dirt
We did not speak for a long time
Then you asked me to visit and I said fine
I drove out to the desert's sun
For a few days of fun
I wanted it to be more
But you, you wanted a whore
I did not understand
I went home to the sand
I waited for your call
You said you would visit, after all
It was all a lie
I listened with a sigh,
When I heard, I told you so
We told you not to go.
I often think about you
When forgetting you is what I need to do.