Untitled (for her) she plays pinball at the back of the bar she wears 3 inch heels and her brother's vest she won't stand in line but she'll walk away and while she smiles at you she looks away and i dream of her in all the wrong times i know it will never be but i can still wish she's mine she only smiles at me and i can only smile at her because we took our chances promises were never she plays pinball at the back of the bar makes friends with the crowd while she's hiding alone in her wedding dress she'll make her husband leave and on that day she'll smile at me as we walk away.   - JT 9:56pm, August 1, '08   <-- Back to the poetry menu.