little weedhead of my dreams

i wanted to write a poem about the girl i watched all night
looking at me like she knew me
but all that came out was a puff of smoke from lungs i thought went boot black with the heart i kept beating for the girl who looked at me everyday with new eyes
and i don’t know if this poem counts for anything
but if it does
i’ll come back and save you
the little weedhead of my dreams

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