An imprinting fool

Like a newly hatched bird, I imprinted on you.

And waddled to the pace of your gait in a soft, sedated haze,
Ashamed to say, I lived that way for days.

And though I pruned and polished these monotone feathers,

You never thought to lower your longing gaze
To glance upon these irksome grey's.

And so I fooled myself, as I tried to look the pretty part,

Hoping that one day, you would praise
The girl that for you changed all her ways.