Who Is To Blame
You told me she looks amazing
I believed you
You gave me her phone number
I called her
She sounded like someone I'd love to meet
I arranged a meeting
Not wanting her to see me first
I stood on a balcony above the streets
I looked at the crowds below
There she was
She reached for her phone and called me
But i did not receive the call
She wasn't as amazing as you had told me
And so I watch as she walks away heartbroken
Knowing that it had ended before it begun.
WHO IS TO BLAME
Copyright © Liru Magari | Year Posted 2016
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