She sits across from me
Having broken up with him for the second time
Her face twisted from her sobs
Her eyes drowning in tears
What can I do besides comfort her?
I see her the next morning
Slumped posture
Nose red
Her eyes tell everything
What can i do besides hug her?
She cries for the tenth time that morning
I can hear her broken heart
Trying to put itself back together
I can feel her despair
What can i do besides hold her?
I see the phone clutched in her hand
Holding on to those memories gone
They say teenage love is just
"petty puppy love"
What can i do besides hope
That my own "pathetic puppy love"
Doesn't shatter this way?
