The woman sitting next to me when I went to watch the play all new people Inspired this
Just by writing
No idea what she wrote but she was writing in one of those journals
Like a diary
It seemed appropriate
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It's been awhile
Lola
Since you looked at me
You talked to me
You answered me
You tried with me
You gave a damn
You inspired me
The lights go down
The people hush
The bell rings
An adrenaline rush
And then
The first line
The first laugh
The first smile
The first half
The first word
The first scribble
The first page
The first simple
Lola it's odd
Being in love
Being unsure
Constantly over analyzing
Over simplifying
Over all you're trying
A neon rope
Tied with a bow
Hanging from above
A lifeless joy
A hopeless heart
A man who wants to jump
Love is a drug
Dear Lola
Don't ever do it
That's contradicting
I know
I know
But the truth is that it is
It hurts
It's hard
It smarts
It's arousing
Arising
Attempting
Defying
Laughing
Screaming
Wailing
Crying
Writing side by side
In your two little worlds
One a woman
One a child
One with a mane
One with a brain
One with a book
One with a phone
One talking softly
One is quite prone
To getting carried away
Looking
And feeling
And writing
And caring
And hating
Herself
