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She's Sorry
She lays her head down on her pillow at night.
She looks out at the bright street lights.
What if she could fly away?
What would everyone say?
Would they miss her or even notice that she was gone?
I'm sure she wouldn't be gone long.
She could never tell them all goodbye.
Not missing them was just another lie.
She would hope and hope for the day that they actually cared.
She tossed and turned hoping that he was there.
She looked on the other side of the bed to see an empty space.
What could she do? She grabbed a pillow and hid her face.
Even alone she felt like a big failure.
She always knew that he didn't care.
She would write day in and day out.
All the poems about him and about how she wish she didn't doubt.
She's sorry that she's making you all read the same thing.
She's sorry that she can't think of anything.
He's always on her mind.
Taking up the space and making her blind.
Making her blind to what is actually in front of her.
This broken heart needed a cure.
She's trying to concentrate on someone else.
He can't make her feel the same way she once felt.
He makes her smile and he makes her laugh.
He takes the pain and cuts it in half.
She still thinks about the one that broke her down.
The one that turned her beautiful smile into a frown.
She has returned to the world of poetry for her sanity.
She doesn't want to lose what's left of her vanity.
Just read one more line.
You might like what you find.
She writes because she's all alone.
No one even seems to answer the phone.
She needs them and they ignore.
Ripping her right down to the core.
You don't have to read if you don't want to.
That's a decision that's all up to you.
Writing just helps her find a release.
She's sorry that you had to experience a little piece.
A little piece of her broken heart.
A heart that will never be once again a whole part.
She hopes to one day be whole again.
So, for now, enjoy this pen.
She looks out at the bright street lights.
What if she could fly away?
What would everyone say?
Would they miss her or even notice that she was gone?
I'm sure she wouldn't be gone long.
She could never tell them all goodbye.
Not missing them was just another lie.
She would hope and hope for the day that they actually cared.
She tossed and turned hoping that he was there.
She looked on the other side of the bed to see an empty space.
What could she do? She grabbed a pillow and hid her face.
Even alone she felt like a big failure.
She always knew that he didn't care.
She would write day in and day out.
All the poems about him and about how she wish she didn't doubt.
She's sorry that she's making you all read the same thing.
She's sorry that she can't think of anything.
He's always on her mind.
Taking up the space and making her blind.
Making her blind to what is actually in front of her.
This broken heart needed a cure.
She's trying to concentrate on someone else.
He can't make her feel the same way she once felt.
He makes her smile and he makes her laugh.
He takes the pain and cuts it in half.
She still thinks about the one that broke her down.
The one that turned her beautiful smile into a frown.
She has returned to the world of poetry for her sanity.
She doesn't want to lose what's left of her vanity.
Just read one more line.
You might like what you find.
She writes because she's all alone.
No one even seems to answer the phone.
She needs them and they ignore.
Ripping her right down to the core.
You don't have to read if you don't want to.
That's a decision that's all up to you.
Writing just helps her find a release.
She's sorry that you had to experience a little piece.
A little piece of her broken heart.
A heart that will never be once again a whole part.
She hopes to one day be whole again.
So, for now, enjoy this pen.
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