with a girl

there once was a boy who sang this song to a girl sitting atop a train tunnel, as the sun was just starting to come up. the girl knew he was never really hers, that he was fleeting, temporarily hers to hold. yet even in the few stolen moments they had the girl leanred from this boy. she learned passion, she learned want and need, and she learned how it felt to be seen as beautiful. not beautiful in the constructs of society, and not even beautiful in the poet's way of definition, but beautiful in the way one becomes when they are truly seen, and loved. sometimes the girl thinks about the boy, and she remembers what it was like to kiss him, to feel him next to her, and to watch the day wake up with a song being softly sung to her.

"they may say, those were the days,
but in a way,
you know for us these are the days.
yes, for us these are the days,

and you know you're my girl
such a classic girl
such a classic girl

yeah for us these are the days."

classic girl ~ jane's addiction