She doesn’t care
If I think about her
But I do
As the sky runs from
Blue to red
And the sunset bleeds out its final hues
Power lines and traffic
Distracting with electric hum
The bustle and blur of modern life
That interjects and controls
But I do
And will
In between the weaving lines of traffic
Crossing dotted lines
That mar my sunset
And sometimes dull my mind
I always will
I can’t help it
She’s my Texas girl
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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