Martha Rivera

I’m just another girl
Who longs for a gentle kiss,
I’m just another girl
Who has hopes and dreams,
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There was a boy
He was just like me
He was a writer and smart
All the things I valued.
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She hides behind fake smiles and well rehearsed lines.
Her life is a big movie nothing is ever real,
Except the loneliness that’s real.
She sees the happy couples as they pass her
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Mr. Right does such a person exist?
Or is it a simple figment of our imagination?
Mr. Right what ever girl longs for every since they were young.
Pretty little dreams of white weddings and church bells,
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Dreams are easily shattered.
Easily thrown out.
Why do we dream?
Is it to give meaning to our life, or maybe it’s to make us wallow in misery.
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