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Her Self Worth

Late at night,

Her phone sings a tune.

An enticing melody.

A name flashes .

Her eyes become glowing stars.

Her fingers dart to the screen.

But halt before hitting it

They hover above the two 

Choices.

Green or red.

Answer or deny.

Part of her needs to hear

His dulcet tones.

Part of her

Can\'t stand the sight of his name.

 

Why does a beautiful, young girl

Measure her self worth

On whether he bothers to

Call or even message.

 

It\'s the tale as old as time.

A girl,

Infatuated by a boy

Who has done nothing to 

Deserve her.