She Is Not A Dream

She stood there
Rail gripped, big lips steady pokin out
Tattoo on the foot, what I'm talkin bout
Curly hair, Thick and black
Big bubble glasses to match it
Grey top wrapping top figure
For a moment I gave thought that I could get her since
Her facial expressions kept flexin when my eyes turn to meet her
Because my hope  is just to please her so that I could catch that smile again
Daydreaming
Mist of thought caught floatin in the wind

Eclectic in her style
The beauty of those big blue eyes behind clear lenses
Her dark hair compliments
Spots of tattoos and presence of past piercings
Damn, she's sexy
She rocks the hair well
No nail polish, no Amish in her bloodstream
No smile either
Good thing it was a daydream

Blonde hair though I call it brown
Green eyes sometimes take on a tint of brown
But she'll turn red when the sun smile at her too long
And she cant help but smile
That ponytail is so swell
I caught a whiff of fragrant shampoo I think
And I am satisfied
Because she is not a dream