by pixie   May 22, 2009

She sits alone
Long hair in the wind
Hands at her lap
Such a statue.

Dreams of him
Dreams of the other
Dreams that will mean nothing
The next morning.

She tells him to
Look at other girls
So she can dream of
The other boy.

He goes with his other
She remembers her imaginary

Soon their relationship will fade
Leaving only the thinest cracks
On her cement skin
That will break when some else comes to hurt her.


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