Was I beautiful,
Underneathe the sheets?
Was I gorgeous,
agianst the back seat?
Was I unbelievable,
through your heat?
Afterwards though, What do I become?
Friend or Foe?
Am I repulsing,
when I tell you I love you?
Am I revolting,
when you find someone new?
Am I useless,
once I slip out from beneath the sheets?
What AM I to you?
What will I EVER be?