Black Haired Girl

The Black haired girl drinks her sour sob milk
She carries a bag covered in moon crust badges
And resents being lumped with the emo ilk.

The Black haired girl smears grapes around her eyes
She stands above in her rotting carrot socks
And hides away behind a nonchalant guise

The Black Haired Girl with the bleeding red lips
Strangely has no one to kiss
Until she finds a boy with those Molko hips.

The Black Haired Girl who is my friend
Is a girl who I’ll love
Until our silent end.