Tuesday, May 5, 2009

of distraught; with bass score from tire swing from that juno movie

as he grinned and chuckled in deliberate sneer
she did a weak smile and cried a silent tear
as he wrapped his things and walked away
she thought oh well maybe another day
as he slept and snored on his bed
she lay awake by her phone instead
as he clicked-clacked the keys on the keyboard
she sat there helpless as her loathing soared
and as he spun tales of deep and dark with much ado
our little heroine in the corner let go of an illusion or two