Literature
Reckless In A Black Dress
She's the girl,
in the parking lot of the liquor store.
On her knees for some guy,
because she's too young to go buy the vodka herself.
She's the girl,
kissing him on the cheek,
with that cat-like smirk,
Pocketing the bottle of poison,
and turning an ivory skin back.
She's the girl,
pressing 100 miles an hour,
with the star-kissed sky,
and the city lights
blurring as she speeds through the streets.
She's the girl,
showing up an hour late
for her school dance.
In that little black dress,
that every guy wished was less,
and every girl wished were handcuffs.
She's the girl,
coyly biting her lip,
wryly smiling your way,
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