Girl from the city

Nails polished
eyes painted
lips delicate

She had a fair skin
pleasantly kind eye
and a heart warming smile

The girl from the city
when angels fell from the sky
and she, visited my world

A leather jacket
tight jeans, black
and a white T-shirt

Two Wheels
she stopped,
at a gas station

and I swear,
I couldn’t speak

But just for a moment,
I answered

Vaguely audible,
except my pounding heart
bursting through my chest

“the sky is grey,”
“Can I hang around a bit?”
“Of course!”

And that is,
how I met,
the girl I never married



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