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[riderlikeahorse]

She places a hand on cheek
A kiss on neck
A finger on lips
And a piece of her heart by his side

Torn between whether his eyes our hers
or hers
by a bedside, or by the water
On the phone, debating

She is no fool
But fooled all too often by lust
or is it love,
or is it yearning

And for what
And for who
And for how long
Until this repeats all too often

He pulls away
Is it too much
or too soon
or does he just love his first love

He turns around
Comes back for more
But she wants more
And always wants more

she searches for friends
which are already there
the pursuit of friendships
in lonely stares
a helping hand
a fallen star
she sits and stares
and waits

so discontent and confused
has no reason for this lack of a smile
so concerned and loud
she must stand out in a crowd
to dance and prance and charm

the next morning arrives
and promises new things
more friends, another party and lies
they fall out of her mouth
without hesistation or even real reason
she sits and stares and waits

To bounce up and down
from side to side
her emotions are not even real
her relationships are moments
frame by frame
And by tommorrow she wont feel the same

In love and distant
Infatuation and close
moves into his arms
her emotions are comotose

dead and awake
fake
opens up and bleeds
A shot, a hook
she is down on her knees