That's My Girl

That's My Girl

A Poem by Crowley
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Gotta get something in on a Monday.....

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She fit the mold, that’s for sure

But that dirty b***h had charisma for miles

And the girls felt the presence, the heat of the shift


“You going to the party?”

“Hell, I’m throwing the party luv.”

“Ain’t no one gonna show.”

“Except you, now don’t go lettin’ me down.”


A threat falls on deaf ears if a girl’s strong

A midnight tryst with butcher’s tools

A blinding light and power ebbs…..sister’s of the mind and the thigh


“Ill take you darlin’ scars and all”

“You gave me these scars.”

“Think of em as sort of a comin’ out present.”

“You can have me on Wednesdays, behind the church.”


Gasping for air in a vacuum, like kissing in a tornado

You live or die in a lover’s knot cinched too tight

Shedding your soul for hers feels good until morning


“I have to go home.”

“This is your home, your blood, my blood, it’s the bond.”

“I’ll die before the sun sets.”

“I’ve got a shovel.”

But that dirty b***h had charisma for miles
And the girls felt the presence, the heat of the shift

“You going to the party?”
“Hell, I’m throwing the party luv.”
“Ain’t no one gonna show.”
“Except you, now don’t go lettin’ me down.”

A threat falls on deaf ears if a girl’s strong
A midnight tryst with butcher’s tools
A blinding light and power ebbs…..sister’s of the mind and the thigh

“Ill take you darlin’ scars and all”
“You gave me these scars.”
“Think of em as sort of comin’ out present.”
“You can have me on Wednesdays, behind the church.”

Gasping for air in a vacuum, like kissing in a tornado
You live or die in a lover’s knot cinched too tight
Shedding your soul for hers feels good until morning

“I have to go home.”
“This is your home, your blood, my blood, it’s the bond.”
“I’ll die before the sun sets.”
“I’ve got a shovel.”

© 2018 Crowley


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Crowley
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Sounds complicated. Sister's of the mind and thigh. That shovel is bothering me Crowley.

Chris

Posted 6 Years Ago


Them b*****s will bury you with your own shovel before you reach the thigh. I have ugly thighs...it's my eyes that are hungry and my thoughts scared.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Oh, I like this. It's playful, rough, a bit naughty and fun to read. "sister’s of the mind and the thigh"-- I can hang on that for a while.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thanks man!!! Its nice to see familiar faces again.
a thrilling, chilling, gripping & otherwise compelling little write if ever there was... All Good Things, Neville

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thanks Neville, I appreciate the read and the kind words!
Neville

6 Years Ago

no problem, no worries, my pleasure entirely.... N
quite a bond. sounds like "'til death do us part". very original. nice one ... :)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thanks for stopping by, I really appreciate it!

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