Home
Swing through the revolving doors fast as you can
Round and round, faster and faster
Until you fly out and hit the shining hardwood floor
Submerged in the chatter of guests
The drone of luggage wheels on wood
I look at Zack
His face flushed with wind and from running
All the way home
We don't notice the bellhops zipping around
Or the elevator's bell, the doors sliding open
Revealing more guests, out they pour
In never ending streams
Or so it seems
Cross the pin-neat lobby
To where Maddie spends her hours
Wasting away behind the candy counter with a book
Or a math assignment
Bitter at her harsh life
Yet still always greets us with a smile
"Hi guys. What can I get for ya?"
She grins, that Maddie smile
Not even all the Tipton money could buy it
And Maddie smiles in spite of her misfortune
Masking her pain behind beautiful seams
Or so it seems
By the sound of the slinky high heels
On hard wood
Yipping of a pom-pom puppy
Jewelry clinking together, bangles on her wrists
She comes, apparently the star
Of her own show
Strutting like she owned the place
Because she does
She tilts the sunglasses to the end of her nose, using her fingers
And looks at us, covered in dirt from our trek home
Looks at Maddie, smirks and says,
"Gloss me, candy girl!"
London was a complex girl
Riches to satisfy a million needy
Yet, there was something missing
A puzzle piece lost
Her family, and a normal life
Scarred by riches and fame
Zack, Maddie and I know London
Has her own battles to fight
And she's getting along fine
Or so it seems