Owen Westerholt - Prom Night of 1987

The yellow reflections of light
fade in and out
In the parking lot
As she sits alone
The girl that we all forgot
Feathered hair blocks you
From seeing her tears
So lonely
So lonely
The fluorescent lights
Glow In and out
In the dingy boys room
The blood from his nose
Broken by the fist of the Quarterback
Held down by his friends
Left on the floor to bleed.
Help Me, He says
Help Me, He says
Best years of our lives They said
Best years of our lives they said
The clouds tonight
No moon out tonight
Just outside the Parking lot
The smell of alcohol and weed
And the tears and blood
Stop flowing for a second
As the night is reclaimed
Hold me, she says
Hold me, he says
Hold me, they said
For a moment
You and I together
We forget the travesties from tonight
For a moment
We embrace and let our troubles die
Our troubles die
Tonight

Written by:
Owen Westerholt

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