her humbling curves

"Melanies"

[begun 2.21]

I met a girl named Melanie:

I introduced my fickle smile

and saw she needed company,

so joined her for a while.

She didn't speak much, but she was

a comfort for my aching eyes;

she sitting looking kissable

had had me mesmerized.

I thought at first she was unique:

one of a greater, wholesome kind;

admired the way she made me weak,

monopolized my mind.

As time went by I grew to see

she's not the only Melanie;

I've met another just last night,

her humbling curves accented by the lights.

You see, as a Melanie:

Her face has the same well-rounded features;

her legs have the same smooth delight;

her button nose has the same adorability.

She's gorgeous, but her stare is blank,

and when her paint is colour

she paints white.

You know for me it's plain to see

there's little special in this dame;

in fact, in fact her name's the same

as number two and number three.

A duplicate, a triplicate,

another cutesy desolate:

I see through it, the masquerade;

I see to it my point is made,

that there are many Melanies,

but only one of Bella.

~ mellow me.