Love Letter To Sarah #182
You remind me of a Rock Star.
Only without a microphone or drug habit.
You've got that aura of a punk chic persona.
Just as I lean over the album cover to snort another line,
I am surprised that I do not see your face staring back.
In a perfect world;
You'd play guitar and smash up hotel rooms.
Pushing a single strand of red out of your eyes
And tucking it neatly behind your ear,
You lean into me with hugely dilated pupils
And whisper; 'What is with the trainers?'
I shrug my shoulders and mumble; 'It’s an Ibiza thing.'
Clicking the heels on your cowboy boots together in unison,
You mouth the words; 'Pass me a pen.'
'I do not need your name on the side of my trainers
To tell me that you existed this summer,' I reply.
You smile. And I whisper to myself.
'I wonder if she will remember me when she is famous.'
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