Tangled in those heavy sheets unable to become one with slumber scenes unfold in her mindLike a roll of film sick of being ignored. It seems the stop button is broken memories play in slow motion like a tease stinging open wounds like that cloudy day in the park wearing a smile and her new red boots hoping for me to pull up it seemed like an endless wait although the clock showed it was only 10 minutes10 soon became 20 then rolled onto 60[He's never going to come...]With the desire to run away she quickly fled her resting spotAnd in the process soiled her red boots[Better my boots then my heart or has he soiled that too?]Like the cold night in her front yard.
she promised to stop byAlthough she was hesitantHead over heels and naiveShe waited......he showed up stayed for maybe 5 minutes drenched in expensive perfume[I wonder if he was with her again] Feeling used yet seeing love not that lovey dovey nonsense she polluted her mind with no, the kind that merely satisfies his lustful craving if you could even call that love[I wonder if he'll marry me]She knew the answerBut her fantasies kept her going[I wonder if he'll marry me]Echoes as a haunting whisper while she jolts awake soaked and chilled with sweat and her heart beating faster than a racecar[You're just another toySo he can have his little fun then dispose of you just like the rest marriage? Foolish child!Open your eyes...]Shaking her mind attempting to free herse if just like a broken record...does anyone play those anymore?[Antique or maybe extinct...like my faith]Shutting her eyes one last time[I hope she meets me in my dreams]
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