Pick Up
"Hey Brandi... It's Kevin (phone static), I was wondering if you wanted to get back together?... Give me a call. Love you.""Brandi. It's John. I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you need a shoulder to cry on. I know you have been going through a lot of tough stuff lately. Just know that I'm here for you. (TV sounds) I love you Brandi. See you tomorrow."
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Please don't try to fix me.
I'm not broken.
There are some things you can't help.
I love this town and the people in it.
The way the leaves shiver in the early morning,
and grow loose in the afternoon.
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Puddles litter the sides of the roads.
They ripple with each slight disruption.
Effortlessly,
I wait for tommorrow.
Because there's no hope for today.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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