Pretty for a moment

Pretty For a Moment

Unknown and unnecessary I sat on the torn sofa.
I was still wrapped in my Navy peacoat.
I wasn’t cold- just ugly and trying to hide it.
Then I saw you and for a flash my heart raced.
Our eyes locked and I think I might have blushed.
You just smiled, and I smiled back: completely entranced.
I almost felt pretty, but then I realized it was just me.
You were only being cordial.

Warm and smooth we toast the Captain.
I giggle and know tonight might happen.
Maybe if you get drunk enough…
Hours pass and I begin to think I’ll never be pretty.
But then your lips touch mine and I melt.
I can’t tell you much of the rest of the night.
Except I remember your body and all its fine details.
I just want more- it was great and I felt pretty.

Dawn blossoms into a new day.
Slowly it turns to a chilled evening.
You’re not around- why do I wait?
I want to feel pretty again.
You don’t come home so I leave.
And I fall asleep; unfulfilled, unknown, and ugly.
Maybe there was another girl who wanted to be pretty.
I sigh- I had known it was a one time thing.

I want to see you again- just once.
We exchanged a few words, but not enough.
I leave and I know I’ll never see you again.
I can’t help but smile when I remember that night.
Such a shame you’re so far away.
I can’t believe I actually thought about you and me working out.
But you made me feel pretty for a moment.