That night he called it quit
She cried on her pillow
Curled up like a ball on
a freshman bunk bed.
The moon, its light her only pity party
One night he called to ask
If there was ever a chance
Yes or No? He asked
Just like that. She replied
Flat out. No!!
Other days he called
Just to say hi! She went
From bad mood to feeling good
Laughing and smiling but he
had made her cry that night,
years ago.
Today, here he is,
Looking into those eyes,
Hers, searching.....
But he found her, the same girl
She had waited! For him
all along.
In between, got her heart
Broken into a million pieces.
Broke her fair share too. Still
somewhere deep down she waited
to hold his.
It will be simpler, if
She was different,
For he is a different guy
now. Not the kind of guy for
her girl.
©Belema .S. Ekine
©belemascribbles
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
That night he called it quit
She cried on her pillow
Curled up like a ball on
a freshman bunk bed.
The moon, its light her only pity party
One night he called to ask
If there was ever a chance
Yes or No? He asked
Just like that. She replied
Flat out. No!!
Other days he called
Just to say hi! She went
From bad mood to feeling good
Laughing and smiling but he
had made her cry that night,
years ago.
Today, here he is,
Looking into those eyes,
Hers, searching.....
But he found her, the same girl
She had waited! For him
all along.
In between, got her heart
Broken into a million pieces.
Broke her fair share too. Still
somewhere deep down she waited
to hold his.
It will be simpler, if
She was different,
For he is a different guy
now. Not the kind of guy for
her girl.
©Belema .S. Ekine
©belemascribbles
When time has passed and one person changes while the other doesn't.
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