Cigarettes and Spearmint

 

Here's a girl--she's right for me.

My body knows it too.

She smells like beer and cigarettes
Hell, it's better than perfume
She loves tattoos and piercings
And feels home in doom and gloom
She's half deaf from her music
Band posters clog her room

She's an hour glass figure
That's ticking time away
She may be here one moment
But she's never here to stay
She believes there is no God
"So why should any pray?"

She makes me feel too sober now
Should I join her life of Grey?

Her vicious grin is all I need
Behind that ink black hair
Her ambitious sins do crawl and breed
Antipathy, she bears
Her white pale skin is like the dead
But she doesn't seem to care

If this isn't love, it's hatred;
But nonetheless, she's rare.

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Now here's a girl--who's right for me.

My mind knows all too well.

She smells like classic Spearmint
And rings brighter than a bell
She loves to write short stories
In hopes one day they'll sell
And volunteers around the town
For fear she'll go to Hell

She's an athletic figure
That's always running fast
She tells me we should hurry
Or we'll quickly turn to past
She holds belief that life's too short
"How are we to last?"

She makes me feel too slow now
Is my paced life all but trash? 

Her saintly smile is all I want
Behind her locks of gold
Her voice is of an angel's
She's her church's favorite mold
Her eyes flare like her holy God
A sacrament, I'm told

If this isn't love, it's hatred;
But nonetheless, I'm sold.