She wonders if he'll like her hair as he continues to fiddle with another girl's hair,
She wonders if he'll like her new dress as he wishes it were shorter,
She laughs as pure as a dove as he resides behind the phantom mask,
He wonders when the day will end as she hopes the days will forever last,
She cries in insecurity as he thrives in arrogance,
She's absorbed in his hazel-brown eyes as he looks at the girl seated next to him,
His pretty little lies wrapped so tightly around her head,
"He's not the one", they say. "I can change him", she says,
Chasing after her thoughts so they could fit in her mind,
She wants to comprehend but doesn't want to have the time,
She actuioned up her heart in return for a single rose,
And the tragic thing is she knows.
-GG
