A/N: I came up with the idea for this in church this morning. Kinda surprising since I was still half asleep. Anyway, it's just a poem about what Soda's thinking while Pony's gone. Enjoy and review please! (Be especially criticial!) OH! And Happy Easter!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders.
Here I am
Staring at that empty bed
The bed where you're supposed to be
I can't help but wonder
Where you are
If you're okay
Are you warm?
And I'm staring at this empty bed
Wishing I could change things
Wishing you were back
Here with me
In this empty bed
You took away my smile
You took away my cheer
I can't be happy
Knowing this bed is empty
And you're not here
And I'm still here
Staring at that empty bed