About Lisa

 

She watches and waits,

By the side of the bar,

She accepts the attentions,

With hope never far.

 

Maybe some day,

It could be next week,

Her hero will come,

Her life no more bleak.

 

She plays their games,

Go home for the night,

Forever in fear,

That this one won't bite.

 

Her soul we must mourn,

It wakes up, alone in the morn.

 

 

copyright JD Marx 2012