Don’t know what to name this

Don’t wait in the car.

The gas isn’t worth wasting

On a girl still in the theater

Watching the credits roll.

Please find an escape

And get out of this town

Because you see what she is

As you reach for her soul.

The movie’s been closed

And the locals moved out 

But she sits in anticipation 

As her fingers grow cold.

And you ponder the feeling

That left you vacant-hearted

Pealing away the layers

Of a story so old.

“I’m not good enough,” she told.

“I’m not good enough to hold.

He replied, “but I need your words.

I need the light. I love your soul.”

The doors are locked.

The theater’s closed.

And she’s chosen to stay 

Where she know she can’t fold.

-DannyGrrl