I remember waiting For him to arrive, Rehearsing every line That I was to speak, Practicing my every move How I was to sit And stand Fixing my hair So that one tiny piece Would fall into my eyes So I would look sexy Making sure my make-up Was perfectly even No lines Mascara unclumpy Lusciously glossed lips I was anticipating That very moment When he would stand Before me in the doorway (and I'm sure every girl has done these same things whether they will admit it or not) And you know what He never showed, And that night I cried Scrubbing my face With soap and water, Removing all that shit I never wanted to put on anyway, I guess the moral Of this lame story is That the guy was never Worth my effort to impress, And I could have made All the excuses up in the world Maybe his car broke down Maybe he got lost, Maybe he forgot But I didn't I accepted the fact, And moved on. Honey, you need to do the same!!!!
Reason for writing:
I was like 15 when this happened now 21
but hey I tried to relate. Sara we've all
been in similiar circumstances, don't do what I did..
I blamed it all on me and wondered what the hell was wrong
with me. It's not you! Just making sure you know that!!
You waiting near the phone was like me peeping out the
window every time a car drove by....hoping that the next
would be his... In time you will see.....
Birth sign: Virgo
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