She was wild. As wild as the sky at night.
Half a ripped shirt on her shoulders
hanging by a thread
A black dragon dancing on her back
As she walked those streets alone
Her hair, thick, half covering her face
yet everywhere all the same
she danced to the bright lights
she'd kiss a stranger, maybe a few
Her lips meant for all
Rock bands playing in her head
she moved along
another pub another club
dusk til dawn, a life at night
looks to kill, eyes to breathe
She was alive.
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Suicidal Highs
Poesíatomorrow let it change, my death shall leave me just the same, for tonight hold me tight.
