I Ruined Her Make Up, She Ruined My Life
Like an angel being plucked from a pit of demons, she stood out. She was crowed surfing; her body must have been so light. She looked tiny.
Her body actually makes it to the stage, it actually stand on the stage, she actually looks at me. Me.
Blonde, her hair is blonde but a thick layer underneath her blonde is black. Its cut short into a bob and it sticks to her damp cheek. She’s sweating hard, breathing hard, there’s sweat marks under her arm pits and she’s beautiful.
She looks at me then at my guitar and back at me. Her eyes are hazel brown. She gives me thumbs up and jumps back into the crowed. I miss her already.
Her body actually makes it to the stage, it actually stand on the stage, she actually looks at me. Me.
Blonde, her hair is blonde but a thick layer underneath her blonde is black. Its cut short into a bob and it sticks to her damp cheek. She’s sweating hard, breathing hard, there’s sweat marks under her arm pits and she’s beautiful.
She looks at me then at my guitar and back at me. Her eyes are hazel brown. She gives me thumbs up and jumps back into the crowed. I miss her already.