Visitor's Lounge - Megan

The minute I saw her,
I knew I had to meet,
I just had to meet this stranger.
That was sitting in my seat;

She was different,
New and dark,
She as brave and she was cool,
A flower amongst weeds,
My urge to know her grew;

Though her colors were not vibrant,
Her language rude and coarse,
I ventured towards her quickly,
Feeling drawn to this new force;

Using him as an excuse,
I enveloped her in a hug,
"Wanna be friends?" I asked
Her body warm and snug;

Over time we grew close,
'Till we knew each other's thoughts,
I liked her more but so did he,
So I forced on a joyous smile,
And here you'll see me wait-and see;

But then he tossed her heart away,
After hearing of the past,
Of what she really did back then,
Of the cuts -sharp and fast;

When she cried I was there,
To listen to her tale,
From long before we had ever met,
And soon her sorrow'd pale;

With a chance of circumstance,
And a push from nosy friends,
I now hold tight her hugs and life,
We're friends and more- that's the end.