Satanist... a taboo part of the world, of religion, and strangely enough RELATIONSHIPS... this is a story from a guy's POV
She was the new girl, you could tell...
She dressed in a band T-shirt, red skinnies, and wore black combat boots. She had a green nose piercing too, her make up had five different colors; Purple, Red, Green, light Blue, and white. Her piercing blue eyes could easily stare into your soul, and her full lips were such a rosy pink, you just wanted to kiss her.
In this town, if you weren't wearing cowboy boots, and blue jeans... you have no hope.
***NOT FINISHED***
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem