Her long hair like whispers and flames
Her sharp eyes and her list of names
Mac lipstick and lips hit
Hot high and eyes lit
Summer drives, live high
Fast lives then die
Smoke, get high
Tell truths then lie
Strong and undefeated
Crowned, throned, unseated
Young youthful, yes
This life is the best
She feels the wind so fine
She drove too fast this time
Open air, wild and free
Away and gone, RIP
YOU ARE READING
A boy in this f***ing world.
PoetryMy third album of poetry: tackling real life issues of love, mental health, heartbreak and being human. 6th June 2018. © 2018 Billy Waugh
