Declaration to a girl who loved me

Soft caresses and sweet, coffeeing tasting kisses
In the dark at night I'd get that adoration I wanted
But when daylight hit the warmth of your taste faded
Dried up
Like a raisin in the sun
In the sun you realize your mother would rather see you with someone's son
So you ashamed of and start chaining me to your hip as a midnight snak
But if I cannot be seen with you
I am degraded to a gallery piece in your dusty attic
This is to the women that said she loved me