Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Lonely

I say a prayer for the girl holding my hand
She's lost
The girl across the room tells of how she can't trust her friends, they let her down
Where'd I go wrong?
My eyes dart to the door every time I hear a sound from that direction
But you're not coming
When I asked why she didn't tell me she was coming tonight, she muttered a sorry
She doesn't come for me
She doesn't see me
...
Another sound from the door, but you're not here at all

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