Gravel hitting converse is my melody.

Sitting downtown in a colourful city, thinking about a colourful girl.

Warmth on her legs,
spreads to her spine.
Growing taller still
Golden hair falls flat,
as a nasal voice reigns high.
Colour escaping, bright as the marker
used to etch lyrics and notes onto her wrists.
The most beautiful thing about her,
they thought
Was plastic hitting steal.
Tick tick, as a pick
gives a sunburst frame the ability to feel.

Author's Note

So this one is terribly structured, oh well. The lack of fluidity sort of adds to the idea, rather.