She waits in the shadows
Yearning to be seen
Afraid to be found lacking
Wearing her best, new, outfit
Hair curled, lips glossy peach
Rubs her lip against her braces
Her heart flutters as he walks by
Calls his name, a tentative whisper
The vibration of her voice
Floats off into the beating music
He doesn’t turn, doesn’t notice
Her hope sinks deep
Back to the well of loneliness
Where her heart lives
Life On The Skinny Branches 