When she comes home;
Her make-up is washed
Her jeans are traded for pj bottoms, and her
uggs are traded for fluffy socks.
Her hair is scraped back into a messy pony
She inserts a movie into her DVD player;
Even though her vision is blurred from her tears.
She wraps herself into her old quilt,
and cuddles her worn teddy bear close to her
As a small pile of crumpled
tissues form beside her.
She'll reach for her ipod,
and put on a song by Taylor Swift,
and she'll slowly cry herself to