There was something about her
that day.

Maybe it was that wrinkle in her dress,
Right above the thighs.

Maybe it was the sweat smudging her eye liner,
the left eye to be exact.

Or perhaps it was the stain on her blouse,
she had a hot dog for lunch.

Or it could've been her hair tangled,
it was very windy that day.

I don't know what it was,
She looked like hell.

But she damn sure stole my heart.