Smeared Mascara - Poem by The Crow

Sitting there in the chair
A look like you didn't care
About anything

Wearing a pair of dirty shoes
Black Sox with holes all thru
Pulled up to your knee's

A tattoo of the sun on your thigh
A pair of jeans shorts cut real high
It was a sight to see

Some punk band on your top
Tied in the middle in a knot
I could see your belly ring

Your long hair was everywhere
Mascara smeared eyes just stared
Burning a hole right thru me

You didn't smile on that day
Just the stare and you looked away
God, you looked great


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