thick and thin

up ontop of a milk crate
standing in a three am parking lot
serenading while
she sat on the curb smoking a rolled cig
laughing with a sparkle in her eye
later when the night sets us drifting
the quiet back streets
walking hand in hand
thick and thin
till the stars are washed away
till the beautiful summer days have faded away
this is our time so lets not waste it on words
step outa them jeans babe
show me some of thouse tender moves
show me that tattoo
and she just smiled and said
sure nuff
sure nuff

Reviews

[MARK JOHN JUNOR]

oh my god this poem is HORRIBLE!!! How can you write such appalling romance stuff??? oh, thats right, i wrote this....nevermind :-)