Peach
There is this song I like.
where the singer calls his lover
peach.
Comparing her or you or even me
to so many beautiful things
a strangers affection
love songs and false hope and convincing promises
Id walk down the aisle to that song
Id smile and choose you in a crowded room
This song playing in my mind, and he back ground, a car speaker.
You’d be all the other things the singer tells us about
all the beautiful things.
But yet,
I am still not your peach.