Samantha

just a knock-off bag and one old yellow suitcase  
hair unkempt and belt too big for her waist    
nobody said she could ever make it    
just a city girl living paycheck to paycheck    
    
if you could only imagine    
how it feels to be her    
city girl with no direction    
carving her place in this world    
     
she told me this life wasn’t for me    
to get out while I had the chance    
city girl always running around    
city girl doesn’t wanna be found    
     
just imagine her mascara    
smearing from the rain    
what it would be to carry her troubles    
perspective you would gain    
     
big dreams but bitter disappointments    
wasted years    
wasted life, she cried    
going grey and running out of time    
     
city girl found outside the theatre    
where she worked at the ticket counter    
she swallowed her pride    
then her pills that night    
that is all they’d thought she’d amount to    
city girl with no name      
     
took her advice    
moved back to my small town    
and I admit    
looked better this time around    
not a day goes by   
I am not reminded    
of that yellow suitcase      
that carried all she had