hipsters
Downtown Girl
Downtown boys
Don’t read their fortune cookies
They drive fast
Fall in love slow
My mother warned me
Stay away from
Boys who wear corduroy
Who let their hair grow
But downtown boys
Have style
Play chess
Drink their coffees black
How can I not
Be drawn to those
Who see the world through
Paint brushes and guitar strings
I want a boy like that
They love hard
And laugh harder
They taste their words
Like each syllable
Is laced with chives and cheddar
They don’t wear labels
Or stare at their phones
They know how to live life better
I want a boy like that
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