I sat, waiting for you
In the pouring rain in
A big city on a park bench
And "tomorrow" never came
Cigarettes and champagne do
Not make any difference, not
The sad songs play for hours on
My mini iPod, I made Plath and
Wilde my friends in the dark I
Prayed their words sunk into my
Bones, my blood taking in their
Words till they had become familiar
In my tongue, with a broken heart
"Tomorrow" never came, my quarters
Went down one by one with the music
On the old jukebox, Lennon and Yoko
Playing my favourite songs all day long
I spent my days sitting alone.
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Sad Girl
PoesiaPoetry from a sad girl Ranging from love to heartbreak, happiness to sadness and feeling low to depression and so on. I hope people find that they can relate to what I write and by taking in the words that they find healing. All Rights Reserved Cop...
