His turn to cry.

Painful memorys,
are what holds her down.
Everyday you can always see,
that forgotten frown.

The secret,
is written on her forehead.
Her lies cover,
all the blood that was shed.

Her wish,
is not to love.
Not to be struck by cupid,
or any form above.

She hides,
so much.
All to herself,
pain.. and such..

Lies are told,
Rumors are spread.
Someone tells lies,
and she wants to be dead.

She is the quiet one,
the one that lets everything be.
She isn't what she dreamed,
she would turn out to be.

Her heart was torn,
in all directions.
It was cut apart,
into little sections

He wrote a note,
two days ago.
She had asked him out,
but he said no.

He isn't with her,
no not by her not today.
He kisses the other girls lips once more,
not in his heart she stays.

She sit in a corner,
waiting for his call.
She sits and wonders,
why did he have to make me fall.

A new guy appears,
oh how wonderful he is.
He is better than anyone,
even the one she missed.

This guy is hers,
now and forever more.
A smile pears acrossed her face,
when that guy she wanted is now at her door.

She lets him in,
he sees her husband.
He came back to say,
it took him awhile but she is the one he wanted.

Too little too late,
She is happy now and this time he sighs.
Tonights then night,
its his turn to cry...