Lonely Teen
By bob
She sits in the dark corner, while the jukebox blasts music into the walls around her. The darkness engulfs her soul as the night gets older, until a small light focuses on her face. Slowly a shadow moves into the dark corner, a young male with a smile to good to be true. He places his hand in front of her, beckoning for her to take it. She remains still and silent, without a breath, She looks at him and says "Im sorry, I can't". The pain and agony of loneliness was to strong to combat, even with an outstretched hand of help. Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 07:00 PM PST 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"She sits in the dark corner,..."