Invitation Only
Her presence is felt
Her black hair and
baby blue eyes
Black and blue
He already knows
she's hurting
He gathers up his
courage and beer
(One in the same)
She watches him
tremble toward her
"Is he looking
at me?
Would my father like
him?
Would he make a good
father?"
She thinks to herself
and clings to her glass
She separates from
her friends
As they near the
silence grows
Opening lines are so
difficult
Aren't they?
Walking past her he
rushes to the bathroom
She snaps back to
reality
He wants to throw up
but can't
He's so nervous he
forgets his own name
He wants to know hers
He wants to know her
In the mirror his
reflection is strong
It glows with all his
bad qualities
"You're too tall
and plain-looking
You have the
wrong-colored eyes
And that shirt is
just awful"
He punches the mirror
and it crashes
She hears it from
outside
"What was
that?" she asks, fully knowing the answer
She is already inside
his head
Which he's just hit
against the wall
Thud, goes everything
that could have been
She watches help go
toward him
Later,
His unconscious body
comes out on a stretcher
She knows this is her
fault, in a way
She believes in love
at first sight
But she is having
trouble believing in this one
Quickly, she writes
her phone number on his arm
When he wakes up he
will see
That he was finally
invited
"Hello" might
have worked, too...
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