City She

Another coat of lipstick gone,

For every mistake that she’s made;

Another girl,

Another boy,

Another hopeful heart to raid;

They all said she had a future-

But it was her bed that they made;

It’s so easy to sell dreams to the young,

Then sit back and watch them fade.

Ya she’s a train wreck on the subway,

She’s lost and lonely in the crowd,

Another naïve example,

Of something lost for something found;

Another wide-eyed girl,

The world caught looking at the ground;

In the town she thought would save her,

She can’t be heard over city sound.

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About thesarahsector

A teenage girl who doesn't say OMG or LOL. I like Trader Joes scones, NYC, and writing. Check out my blog at: thesarahsector.wordpress.com
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3 Responses to City She

  1. journeyman1977 says:

    This is POWERFUL stuff.

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