The music bleeding through the speakers
her eyes are a map of the world,
she smiles like a symphony.
Yet another song written about her
can't she be nothing?
one day she'll be something.
She'll be a someone.
All she needs is a guitar in her hands
and a tube of red lipstick
in the back pocket of her jeans.
The streets are 'bout ready to break
and with that microphone to her lips
so is she.
Those maps find another soul
standing in the back
with nothing more than a guitar in his hands
and a diamond ring in his back pocket.
&& the symphony begins.
Poetry » Love Rated: K, English, Words: 113, Favs: 1, Published: 4/17/2007