Her hair is just a combination of cheap blondes, slung across cold shoulders; she’s just waiting, so sick of waiting for something she knew would never happen. <br />And she’s stuck in white stilettos followed in broken buckles. She’s caught in a black and blue dress that swings on its own to a song that doesn’t make sense in a place that knots her up. <br />And there’s tears falling down her face that cut through her make-up and dribble off her chin. <br />And now the music’s pumping and she’s got her head in the clouds, sometimes that’s better then getting lost in the crowds. <br />And she thinks to herself by tomorrow this will all be forgotten and the concept will be rotten and every action will be dead and left to be cut open. <br />But she laughs in the mean time, yeah she laughs every step, coz behind every smile is a tear she regrets. <br />She’s just waiting for moments that fell away. <br />Her perfect moment so sourly stretched. <br />And her broken memories and a choked up past, she’ll take a drink, fake a laugh. <br />She’ll pretend that she isn’t just that girl. As she stands in the doorway between the toilets and the wall.<br /><br />Livi Topley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-that-girl/
