It was a quiet movie night
Sat down on the wide field
Watching the oldies
Turns out to be a reboot
Heard you're the star of the show
Used to sit side by side
Now I sat watching your back
Can't even reach for your shoulder
I hate this town as much as you do
Everything stays the same since you left
Maybe the star of the show wouldn't care
But I guess the girl inside of her would care
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Pick Me Up at the Carnival (Mini Poetry Collection)
PoetryThe journey at the carnival is not as fun anymore, the pain has shifted back and forth and nobody will tell the character how to escape them.
