SHE WAS CUTE

Sitting at the table
Looking at the floor
Listening while you tell me
You don’t want this anymore.

Breaking up, discarding
Pushing me aside
Telling me about her
I sat there and I cried.

Met her at a cafe
She came on to you
She asked you for your number
Your favorite color, too.

Bought her a cup of coffee
Did you tell her about me?
Now she has your number
She’s texting constantly.

Walking round in circles
Don’t know what I can do
Leaving me to figure out
How I’ll get over you.

Met her at a cafe
She was cute, I heard you say
Couldn’t find a reason
To get up and walk away.

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Photo from Google Images: pinterest.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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