Brenda: Punk Rocker
I
once knew a girl who was different from me
She
was a punk rocker
And
I was just me
She
wasn’t a mocker
Which
I thought was cool
We
started at school halfway through the year
Some
of the other students could be rather cruel
But
in an odd way we were brought together because of fear
She
wasn’t my friend
I
wasn’t hers either
We
existed as a means to an end
But
today I remember her and I couldn’t be pleaser
Hmmm...it's interesting how these memories can surface and help us appreciate relationships or experiences in our past. I wonder what you would say to her if you could see her now?
ReplyDeleteI know...it's as we reflect that we think past memories. I'm not sure what I would say. I remember seeing her at high school but I never ever associated with her. We were in the same art class and she was quite talented. Maybe I could ask her did she continue to pursue her art work at university.
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