The Lipstick Writing is on the Mirror

 Always looking for a thrill while sitting on the windowsill. Dressed to kill, but too exhausted for fun, I stand by the wall 'til my friends are done. Nothing really draws me in, and I need to trick my mind. like a table to my shin, it never turns out kind. my eyes flutter closed  of their own accord. fighting for the supposed love and happiness no one can afford.

"  My Heart" by Alanda McRae. Life is a party, that's what they tell me. Life is a dance way, they said yesterday. I hear the owls speaking; I hear their forever question... I hear the blue jays singing, and I know life will go on. Will I ever see you again? Will I be in your arms? No matter where they take you, or where you've been, you'll forever be in my heart... I hope to see you once more, I wish I could say goodbye. As you walked out the door, I couldn't help but cry...