aburndistruction

She's a raver girl On top of the world Tripping the light Eyes so bright Dancing to the beat Moving her feet Can't stop Not gonna drop Body moving Twisting and grooving Turn the radio on Her favourite song Hands in the air And she doesn't care Only one on the dancefloor Thinks your all a bore Sweat dripping down Wears the raver crown Waving glowsticks And cheeky hair flicks Biggest grin She's gonna win She's the Raver Queen Best theres ever been Tank tops Never gonna stop She's a raver girl On top of the world Turn the radio on Her favourite song And she goes again.

She loved the scent of ink and smoke - and the way strangers caressed her name like the verdant rushes rolling off the river bank, or a low slung black dress sprawled dangerously across the floor. Mornings found her curled up where the light shivered blue and the cat's tale lingered like a secret, waking her from dreams brighter than early frost. But it was night that bought and sold her, made her heart a trinket, dressing her in silk as new as nuptials - that flagrant shade of flush and the rough and tumble of her hips serenading the world