She's got a little backpack
and a frame that's not quite a woman, maybe 15
he's got black hair and died blond locks, ( same age as her)
hanging straight in his eyes
& a perpetual grin
trying to signify, irony and awareness
but it really conceals
akwardnesss and shyness, I sense
She dances and jumps up and down
as the sound system plays techno/punk music
he grins and nods, and then it's the Buzzcocks
She jumps some more
he's still grinning and nodding
She has Doc Marten like shoes and dark hair dyed a reddish tint
& eyes that are beautiful
as only a womans or girls eyes can be
They're nerds and outcasts
trying to turn their unpopularity
into a private crusade
He doesn't say anything
& she jumps a little more
& they'd never believe
How perfect I see them
or how perfect
they are now
or that they'll ever be
