Ding.
The elevator and you are here.
"Hello" my dear, your hair's everywhere
Hiding your face, are those tears on your cheeks?
your wrists are so thin, you look so weak.
"How" I wish I could hold you,
Has no one ever told you
How you of all people deserve
Love, and happiness, and joy;
You were never meant to be some boy's toy.
"are" you listening to me, can you hear?
I can't speak these thoughts, but I am here.
I wish you'd look up, your eyes were so clear;
You never smile anymore, what do you fear?
"you?" and me were never meant to be
but you were never meant to be unhappy
you're so lost in yourself, you'll never see a way
to get out of that place, you don't even try an escape.
"Fine."
Ding.
Stephanie F Loving
- 16 years, 12 days ago
