Who’d flocked to a techno festival.
You don’t talk, you just stare,
Captivated by her glowing flare.
Years pass, but you remember-
That aura of glowing ember.
You meet with her friends,
You sleep with some in the end!
Then up she pops, at a rave,
You can’t seem to stop the way you behave.
You find yourself insulting her-
Your unkindness resulting in a collective blur.
You think its funny, racial abuse,
But socially it’s akin to a strangling noose.
She takes it on the chin-
A girl of that caliber will always win. . .
Educated and classy,
Motivated and sassy!
Unfazed by juvenile mocking,
Carrying on in life, still rocking.
She returns the banter to your face,
You like the attention - any place!
She goes away,
On that sunny day,
Hope next time I meet her
I somehow manage to greet her
In a more adult manner. . .
Instead of behaving like a fuckin’ spanner.
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