The Romance in Between

Overlooked by many.
Finding her by chance.
Driven straight into the ground.
In love and at first glance.

Hating her facade
and like her cables sheath
Striping down her exterior
he wants what’s underneath

He doesn’t give a fuck
who’s had her in the past
Her name is on his title
So now he owns her last

He’s the only one who knows;
Every bolt and rebuilt part,
how she’ll look when finished
and what she takes to start

And she’s a temperamental bitch
with how she screams and kicks
She knows if she breaks down
He’ll know exactly what to fix

He swears that she is perfect
In her completed state
When honestly there’s nothing left
to alter or fabricate

Chasing girls, with the boys
and coming in, he’s late
She sits at home faithfully
and continues to, she’ll wait

Because he’s only looking
and never would begin
to sell his best girl short
or dream to trade her in

He knows another model,
a younger year and make
Not; his blood, his sweat or tears
So, it’s her he’ll always take

Only one thing stands as middle
in like relationships I’ve seen,
of a man’s hand crafted girl…
it’s the romance in between.