French Lingerie.

New underwear.
Thrown out the old.
Hiding behind smiles,
My blood runs cold.

Kisses of many.
Hearts of none.
Free and pulled away,
From under my thumb.

Body is empty.
Though technically filled.
Doubts are repeated,
The Rebound is killed.

Mouth is dry.
Nothing is spoken.
To another i'll feel,
Until after we're broken.