The Worried Girl.

She sits quietly

Her face, profoundly worried

A mouse you hold in your palm

Shivers and nibbles at the nothing

She thinks of her suitors

The two or three that stick around

And she thinks of the hearts

That will be breaking

Besides her own

And with those sad eyes

She’ll kiss you lazily anyway

Cause she’s too scared

To be alone.

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