Tip of the Quill: A Journal
30:14 Becky

The flowers he brought her were too nice, too pretty,
the sungs he sang were pathetic and sad,
the clothes he bought would never impress her,
nor the car, nor the hair, nor the dad.
The lies that he spread would never upset her,
the names that he called her weren’t bad,
she would only smile and keep her distance,
because distance was all the she had.