Little Texas
Riding her Harley
Little Tattoo peaking out
Where a tattoo shouldn't be
Little tiny dress and all that attitude
The rage in those eyes
Masking the fear on the edges
Daring the world to even try
The fog so thick
At the end of the road
In sand on beach in Galveston
No more interstate
No place left to run
A party town about to go on the wild side
Crazy little Texas girl
Running out of options
And places to go
Teeny little dress
And all that attitude
Raging at the world
Almost masking her fear
Riding that bike
Tattoo peaking out
Kind of asking a dare
Coming in and out of the fog
Past the sign advertising girls girls girls
Crazy little Texas girl
That smile could melt the wind
Rage oozing out
Her voice calms the soul
1 comment:
'Tis time to get that girl off her Harley and into some more poems ... !
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