You laugh
It’s a little thing, but you made that smile for me
and for now I am glad
to sit here and endure this boredom
Because you’re here too
and I’ve never felt anything like this before
but everything and nothing makes sense
And all at once I know
I would stay here forever if I could
Looking in the mirror, I am awakening. Have I always needed so much makeup to conceal my eye bags? I am in a haze, and I am off to work, and it is too early in the morning.
I hardly knew her at all, wasn’t expected to. She was just a kid at the High like anyone else, who had no car. She was sitting stubbornly on a bench, determined to get a ride.
Maybe it’s funny but every time I try to write about you, the words die in my throat. Is it that I know too much? Or too little?
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