In the crowded pub
A teen Goth girl
Sings of forever love.
We cheer over beers
And raise our glass
To a goth girl
And the truth
That all youth
Must pass.
And all our suns
Will become
The black.
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K Morris - Poet 
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Many thanks for sharing, Michael.
I also have noticed there are a lot of Goth admirers in the UK. But if they are getting older on age they change to more colourful clothing. 😉 xx Michael
Thank you for your interesting comment, Michael. I must confess to knowing little about the Goth scene. However, a recent visit to a pub in which a young Goth girl was singing prompted this poem.
Beautifully put together!
Thank you!