An Arch Bitch
I review my ankles;apparently I have very thin legs
I remember Ally and her first comment
but then she had thunder thighs.
Trouble was, I always took
things way too seriously
and her comments hurt.
She borrowed my denim jacket
and burnt a hole in the lapel;
She was 6 ft something
and couldn't do up the studs,
she had a way with studs.
My jacket is vintage
and it is still too big for me now.
Who said music students
had to be studious?
The boys played polterguist
from the house next door,
I kissed one, he had bristles
and thistles in his garden.
Ally condemed herself to the attic,
went out like a bat
we would hear her nocturnal joists,
a bitch in the first making
and a boyfriend who came from Canada
who she swore undying love
I guess we all had our thoughts
I just wonder what makes
an arch bitch?
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2011-07-13 at 19:05
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