21 August 2011

Red Means Stop

She smiled with bright red lips
Brown eyes shrouded in darkness
Dressed for success
or perhaps just money in the bank

Legs in tights to drive you insane
A flash of chest but not cleavage
More class than most
or perhaps just a winning smile

Returning more than just a smile
Yet nothing more I am reminded
I am surrounded by her and more
but forever alone
with the girl at the train station

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