I saw the most beautiful girl.
At Lakeside.
Long blonde hair - not like my bleach-blonde trash - but highlighted, with light ash brown underneath. Straight.
Short blue denim skirt made modest by dense black tights and black ballet pumps.
Thin, perfect legs. She was taller than me. Slender.
She was the kind of girl I couldn't stop looking at, needed to stop myself from following, going up to, asking questions.. like "how do you exist?"
Long blonde hair - not like my bleach-blonde trash - but highlighted, with light ash brown underneath. Straight.
Short blue denim skirt made modest by dense black tights and black ballet pumps.
Thin, perfect legs. She was taller than me. Slender.
She was the kind of girl I couldn't stop looking at, needed to stop myself from following, going up to, asking questions.. like "how do you exist?"