Love Like Lemonade

Love like lemonade
Trickles through her fingers
Like a fine wine
A time out of mind

She wanders the Mall
Searching for answers
Finding only this week's offers

She sometimes faces the wind
And cries
And tears fall down her face
And she feels out of place

In the street
Waiting
Counting the seconds
Waiting
Counting the rings on her fingers
Waiting
For the bus to take her home
Waiting
To be beaten up again