Lovely Girl

Something I wrote a few years ago about a friend of mine

She always looks like she's been crying 

And no one can seem to figure out why

Such sad eyes on such a lovely girl 

I see those eyes in the mirror staring at me

Maybe if you'd look closer you'd see her maps

She drew them all over her soft skin 

She hoped they would keep her form getting lost again 

But all her lovely lines have over lapped 

She lives in a dream 

She can stand out in the middle of a crowd 

Even with her head hung down 

The words she sings when no one's around

Make her more than what we think 

Poor gem, all her white chess pieces 

Have been stolen by cruel little boys

They throw them on the dirty ground 

And laugh while she tries to clean them

She lives in a dream 

She can stand out in the middle of a crowd

Even with her head hung down 

The words she sings when no one's around 

Make her more than what we think 

Reviews

[amdc101]

I love it. Gives me a nice image.

[rae52]

great. i love it

[deeps]

This is emotional but expressed so well.
Such a nice job writing.