She sits there in the corner.
She reaching for the phone.
She pulls back her hand,
Her time is like a hourglass sand.
Curling over with tears,
All her fears become real.
She goes into shame,
I should have know better,
I should have thought it out,
I should have.
I should have is all she thinks.
As her life goes down the sink.
Her dad comes in, " Are you ok?"
She smiles and says " yes, I need to use the phone"
He leave her room,
Her tears fall from her face as she cries.
The phone rings once,
twice,
thrice.
" Hello, you there" he says,
Her tears fall down her cheeks
" I had fun last week" he says,
She takes a breath.
" I'm pregnant" she says,
The line goes dead.
This must be the end.