I first saw her
In the music store
By the records
And all I could notice was
Her beautiful blonde hair
And her tear stained cheeks
And her smoke scented clothes.
She seemed oblivious
To my presence
As she wiped her eyes
And dried her tears.
I approached her slowly
Gaping at her beauty
"Hi," I mumbled.
She didn't reply and
I thought she wasn't interested
But she cocked her head towards me
And said, "Who are you?"
I chuckled and shrugged.
"That's a good question.
Who are we?
Who are we made of?
What defines us?"
She thought for a moment
Staring at me skeptically
Before nodding and smiling slightly.
"I like you, kid."
I blushed and asked,
"Why are you crying?"
She stared down sadly
Her mascara was running
And her blue eyes were darkened.
"It's nothing you can help with."
I chuckled while placing a hand under her chin
Forcing her to stare at me
"Honey, I can try."
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what did i just write
um i wasnt sure how this was gonna work but it sounds alright so far i guess???
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