Monday, July 1, 2013

The Love Of My Life Is A Crust Punk Girl

I recall wandering aimlessly through town
As I am wont to do
When I laid my eyes on you
Girl With No Name
And how you changed everything
In just a few seconds

You had:
A bowl haircut (dyed dark red)
Green, piercing eyes
A leather jacked splattered with punk rock patches
Nails polished pitch black
Tattered blue jeans
Steel toed boots

You were about 5'9''
And had a little bit of meat on your bones
But were more or less thin

And I remember
Chasing pulsing veins
Through the neurons in my brain
In the everlasting euphoria
Of your prescence

As you hovered ten feet above ground
And fell through the Earth
Without making a dent

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