I Don’t Belong Here

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The buzz.

The noise.

The rain.

The snow.

She would have waited for him in the cold.

 ♥

Penn Station.

Grand Central.

5th Avenue.

Central Park.

She would have waited for him in the dark.

 ♥

A sudden glance.

A brief touch.

A dream.

A trance.

There was no hope for romance.

 ♥

Now she sits.

Now she waits,

Now she prays,

for the illusion to fade.

 ♥

The dark.

The noise.

The violence.

The cries.

Who can she count on at night?

“I don’t belong here” she cries.

“I have never belonged anywhere.”

 ♥

Without a place.

Without a trace.

She packs her bags…but stays.

 ♥

Nowhere to run.

Nowhere to hide.

She puts her fears out of mind.

 ♥

“Maybe it will change” she says.

Or maybe, just maybe, she can create her own paradise.

Maybe.


 

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