The Girl In Maroon
I see the girl, walking a soaked street,
as fallen leaves pave a path
for her in a maroon skirt,
talking about the boy she never did love;
dreaming about the man she'll never get-
as she holds close,
her head starts to pop
when she's done; lost again, another one,
gone once more, believe me, again lost, I know.
A heartbeat stills, for a moment, a heartbeat loses sight
of true light, the stroke of a pen, gone-goodnight...
She, the girl in maroon, walks again,
stumbling and lost to her car,
light a cigarette and watch her get lost,
that girl in the maroon,
she jumps in, with a twist of hand and touch of a key
to the ignition,
she lights up and drives away...
lost, gone, forgotten, goodnight.
.6.1.2014.
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