And just for thought...
He walked by and I nudged her to check him out,
giving me a funny look, she rolls her eyes and says he wasn't that cute.
Ogling the men walking by, she finds faults with them all,
making me laugh at the shallowness of her remarks.
I say that one is kind of decent, she crosses her eyes.
Pass me a cigarette, please.
I quit yesterday.
She says, "Atta girl!" with a wink.
I ask her what dreaming of cats means.
Female orgasms she says smiling,
rambling on about an ex-boyfriend who gave her keys to a truck.
I tell her the boy is the devil and wants her soul.
We both laugh and agree that most men were.
Another one glides by us,
tight blue jeans, white t-shirt, and a dangling cigarette with a James Dean grin,
and we were in love.
Pass me a cigarette we say in unison...
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.