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There’s a girl, sitting at the back of the bar. Waiting for a glimpse of the life that she’s always wanted. She’s not looking for a fairy tale or gold. Just a little work, and some love not from the usual mold. He walks in with promises, ending in heartbreak and tears. She drowns him out slowly, with new dreams and a few beers. The girl sitting at the back of the bar. Waiting for a glimpse of the life she’s always wanted. Two years have passed, not much has changed. She still comes each week to sit at her corner table. Some work, many dreams, and a few beers become her label. The women all judge her inside their private mind. Small town men buy her a drink, wink and smile, but aren’t her kind. The girl sitting at the back of the bar. Waiting for a glimpse of the life she has always wanted. She has big dreams of life, love, and the woman that she wants to be. I sit across the bar, wishing she’d look just once more to me. I turned my back, messed up not long ago. She told me that she loved me, but she had to go. I failed to show her my love, I’d hurt her badly. Breaking her heart blindly, while loving her madly. That girl sitting at the back of the bar. Waiting for a glimpse of the life that she has always wanted. Pulling the ring from my pocket, my jaw stubbornly clenching. I push through the crowded room, and voice my intention. Dear Beth, I will love you forever. I’m down on my knees! Just give me one last chance, and marry me please. That was two years ago yesterday. And still my love grows more every day. For the girl sitting at the back of the bar. Waiting for a glimpse of the life she has always wanted. As I nod and thank the bar tender, and add to his tips. I pick up two drinks, turn to the back of the bar, a smile on my lips. Cause there is my girl, sitting at the back of the bar. Living the dreams of the life that she’s always wanted. Summer Gratias
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