Young Punk Love

His arm around her waist,
With his studded belt in place.
A band tee covers his chiseled body,
"Three Days Grace."
As he reaches up,
To outline her pretty face.

Hot pink Converse on her feet,
She strums on her guitar.
He takes a few steps back,
But he's not going far.

A second guitar is produced,
Out of his beat-up case.
He starts to play with her,
And her heart begins to race.

Colorful bracelets line her arm,
As she keeps on playing.
He abruptly stops, and looks at her.
And her hand he begins taking.

She stops what she is doing
And looks into his eyes.
Brushes back his shaggy hair,
and begins to rise.

He sits up and stands there,
Under his sea of jet black hair.
She leans in and falls into his arms,
He didn't even need to use his charm.

They fall onto a grungy couch together,
He looks in her eyes and whispers,
"I'll Love You Forever."

Those words,
They gave her such a high.
She knew they couldn't be a lie.

Starting then, they shared an eternal bond.
As the music in the background, played on and on.

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