Cowboy Parade

I am not the one

The sort

To parade into the party

Or be paraded by

Gowned in a midnight blue dress

Cowboy attire

Balanced on my head

With red lips to match

I will not be the kind

To follow you for years

As they float by

Waiting again

For the taste 

Of your lips

The ones I've known 

Over and over again

If what we have

Is real and true

You'll be the one

In the end I still know

Who I'll find standing

Waiting for me 

Just as the cowboy parade
Waited for you