The Waiting Room

A simple reflection of the lips

In exchange for me on the asphalt

I caught the eyes of miss perfection and lost control

I tried so hard to watch it fall over

Over and over again

Hold fast ambulance

What is fair?

I want what I can't have.

Ambulance, incredible the sound of the sirens.

The footsteps grow louder like the sound of the monitor

Wait just a little longer

Looking at bright lights

Everything goes to black

The nurse may have the cure

But the blood on my shirt was not my own

And here I stand, in the waiting room.