You, sell yourself short.
Selling yourself to them, who don't appreciate you.
And I, have just noticed your smirk, as you lay your head to your hands, seeking attention from him, after he has insulted you.
You, let him slouch against you, try as he might to make it look innocent,
but I still see your eyes, as he keeps on hand on your waist,
the other traveling down your side.
You, tell me how bad home is. Yet, you do nothing to make things any better.
You, go from guy to guy, perhaps hoping he will make things better.
But it is just annother lie. Another illusion.
You, have lost count of the insults you're called,
the guys who b
Walking to the bridge where we meet.
I see you.
A shadow being cast long after your body,
bended over the water's edge.
My footsteps become louder to you,
Raising your head,
You do that thing where you pout your lips,
And you look my way.
The river flows,
Cars pass by on the road overhead, unknowing, uncaring...
You carry the cat in your arms.
You named it after me, or was it him...?
'Catch Me' you tell me,
a smile on your face.
Ignoring your request,
I sit down and start working.
You come and sit next to me.
Interest glowing on your face.
You begin to read over my shoulder,
And I tell myself, 'I've caught her.'
I walked into the classroom where we were told to meet for the meeting. She cheerfully walks in and loudly begins talking to everyone in the room at the same time about her new boyfriend. Happily, she pulls out a picture of him, says he's handsome and that everyone thinks so.
The picture, has slight rips and tears along the edges, the rest looks like it's been passed around and snatched out of various hands in a rush. She notices this and flattens it on the table. The picture is in black and white. On photocopy paper. Probably from that art assignment not too long ago. There's not much to see... I think to myself, and there wasn't. The