The Ones and 2's.

Every

one

is a 2

and the lonely

ones

sit and stare at the hearts above heads.

wondering when theres will come.

this town is a town of 2's.

not made for one's like me.

so i sit and glare and stare-

pretending not to care-

about the rose colored glasses, and the hearts in the air.

Alas,

I glance upon another one,

thinking that his heart could be mine

until i see his 2 come sit beside him-

with their hearts intertwined.