With a mustache

She leaned over and whispered,
“He looks better with a mustache...” then giggled.
Yep nothing much has changed.
Because we both looked and smiled,
And you winked and walked over.
Yep nothing much has changed.
He asked what we were laughing at,
And we replied with,
“That’s a secret”.
Yep nothing much has changed,
So what was up with that secret little hallway kiss?
Why doesn’t much ever change?
Why do you just go on?
Forgetting me, then thinking,
We will just be fine.
How come?
How come you look so much better with a mustache?





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