Stood Up - Poem by Steve Armstrong
Stood there in my leather jacket,
I think I look so good,
the bad-ass biker chick.
Were all fired up and ready to go,
Oh my god! I'm so nervous!
I haven't seen you in like,6 Months! ! !
It's getting nearer to the time,
I'm so nervous now, i feel sick.
Get a grip woman, i keep telling myself.
Oh god, oh god! Sooooooo excited!
How long did we have to wait for these tickets? !
But you said I was worth it,
because I was your angel.
The phone rings, I practically leap from my seat,
It's got to be you! Your on your way, right? !
What? Your sorry but...
How could you?
How could you take that bitch instead of me?
I thought I was your angel?
Huh, yeah right.
How did I let myself get taken in by your lies?
So here I am...
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