I met my straw haired girl last night Went to see her with my eyes open tight I was in full view of her beauty, from 20 minutes away. At first she couldn't hear me But she soon learned how to listen And her beauty kept on growing. When I sat close to her, I knew this was it My road had been cleared, and I was free to skip down it Holding her hand all the way. We skipped past unhinged doorway fields Till we met a friend of mine, at a market stall He stood staring, admiring cigarette lighters, although he doesn't smoke. He chased a car all the way home Bye. We strolled to our humble abode, Her scent of strawberry yoghurt Her soft, silk, straw like hair, He admiration for me, and mine for her. I give her faith, and she gives me hope She knows that time waits for no man, but she's time for anything She's my dawn, she keeps my time, But I've plenty of time, We've plenty of time, We'll take it easy, oh so easy We'll take our time and eat it, Because she's got straw hair And I've got her strawberry heart. I opened her ears, she opened my eyes She's no reality, she's no lie I've no true false's, just a clean swept road Easy sailing upon the tarmac waves Kissing her straw haired head as we sail my road together She knows this is her time, She wave's a little wave and gives a cheeky smile As she says good-bye ground, and hello to sky of mine.
Reason for writing:
dreams/hopes etc.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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