Amy Porter

Story thru poetry

Amy Porter 

 

I'm just one of the guys, who loves to play

At a local bar; 'typical Friday 

I see you from a corner of my eye 

You were laughing; hanging out with this guy

 

Suddenly, it seemed like faith intervened 

You start to fight, and I'm caught in between 

I don't know you; never even met you 

But part of me wanted to protect you 

 

Tried to take you outside to catch some air 

In between sobs, you said "he is not fair" 

I had no idea what caused the flare 

But I knew that night, he just didn't care. 

 

The night was cold and it was quiet outside.

You're a beauty the night can't even hide 

Weird; It pains to see this crying beauty. 

A part of me wished that you were with me 

 

So we hugged and I drove you to your house 

In the car; sober; quiet as a mouse

And so to break the deafening silence 

You hit play, and there's the song from sixpence. 

 

The song went "Hey now, don't dream it's over" 

You sang along, I knew you were sober. 

In between songs; to yourself, you'd whisper... 

"Can't believe I'm with a guy from Denver" 

 

I kept driving till I reached the corner 

Outside your house; you gave me your number. 

I said "Thanks. Be safe, beautiful stranger" 

You said. "Thanks to you. I'm Amy Porter."