Laundry Love and Heartache

Late night sparks, a laundry scene,

A moment waiting, if you know what I mean.

At the laundromat, 2 AM on a Tuesday,

Queen in combat boots, nothing’s in the way.

Hair undone, no makeup, but she shines,

In that faded wife beater, caught me by surprise.

She gave me a grin, I felt the heat rise,

In the spin of the cycle, under fluorescent skies.

Sober and bored, we found that spark,

Hot makeout session, igniting the dark.

Right on the washer, where the night felt so real,

Two souls entangled, ready to feel.

I gave her a rose, told her I’d stay,

Said her laugh is the reason I’m searching for play.

With the cutest smile, she stole my heart,

Thought we were forever, never’d part.

Sober and bored, we found that spark,

Hot makeout session, igniting the dark.

Right on the washer, where the night felt so real,

Two souls entangled, ready to feel.

But I’m angry now, wasn't it clear?

You made love to my best friend, while I was in there.

Trust is a fragile thing, you stole it away,

I hope you regret her, every single day.

I can't resist the taste of new tongue,

In this game of flirting, I always succumb.

Two closed fists and a kick to the box,

Life’s a cruel jest; it’s like running from clocks.

But in this laundromat, I still feel the sting,

Caught in the spin of love’s little fling.