Way back when, I was a young man - brains clotted with hormones - there was this cowgirl I knew - drove a 1967 red, busted down old ford truck, bales of hay in the back. I swear, if you cut that girl she'd bleed horseshoes and hand grenades.
Brenda
Unintentionally form fitting tight jeans and of course, always had her "shit kickers" on.
Full, thick hair that just always seemed to compliment her tempered face - her un-conventionally pretty face.
She never wore make up - wouldnt fit her.
Its funny how I still remember her so vividly. she was maybe 8, 9 years older than me - alot at that age, right?
She didnt have a man - didnt need a man - But there was this certain something when you looked into her eyes - cant explain it.
She had a rough grace about her - no one fucked with Brenda. She held a silent threat about her.
But the soft girl, if you looked closely - the longing girl - Brenda was suffering the love she could never seem to find.
I dont know what ever became of you Brenda, but I hope you eventually found what you were searching for - you forever left a mark on my heart 😔🙏🌹
Here's to you girl, one of your favorite songs
