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Alone

Alone

I've become one of those girls everyone knows about & whispers about behind their backs: the ones who dream so much for love they find it in all the places it's not! One simple "Hello" or smiles says "It's great to meet you, I love you!!" We are the girls so easily broken; just longing for real love. Feelings linger beyond the breaking point. Even what is obviously missing is found in their minds. Wearing a broken heart on their favorite band shirt and their piercings like pride, they walk slowly to meet you. Afraid to know you; they forget your name, your face, your age. Your meeting seems so distant that they find no hope. Wanting one thing to change everything; one hello, one move, one song, to bring them closer to what they long to become.

There are the boys who vex us most with their bangs hiding their eyes & crooked smiles, they strike chords as others beat out the sound; screaming with emotion. Their eyes are on everyone, yet no one, making you feel so loved & empty. They walk to the perfect girl and fall instantly in love. You find yourself saying it yet again, "I guess you're in a band, you can have anyone you want." Hanging your head knowing you are not the girl they want. Even if you get the chance you always lose your nerve and is passes. Loneliness fills you again as they stand above you, you hope for eyes to catch & that they will look for you & if you're the perfect girl they do. But your imperfections out weigh all else and again you're alone

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