Marissa

Written in 2009 for a girl I used to know. I'm not looking to edit it, simply to keep it somewhere.

Beautiful is her middle name
A prize to any but owned by none
It saddens me that no one sees
The awful truth hidden inside

Scars decorate her face, her arms
Burns on her hands, bruises on her back
Yet she carries on without a care in the world
Her smile could outshine the sun

"My dance partner," she says,
"Is God's gift to me. Our song is played
By the lonely musicians of the world.
The best thing about this, I'll admit,
Is the fact that they don't know me."

Her greatest fear she confided in me
The thoughts that often plague her
Consist of nothing; no evidence
That she had ever walked this Earth

Silly girl, can't you see?
What you'll leave is worth more than lifeless memories

"My dance partner," she says,
"Is God's gift to me. Our song is played
By the lonely musicians of the world.
The best thing about this, I'll admit,
Is the fact that they don't know me."

Raindrops pound the empty street
Thunder drums shake the sky
And she stares off with loneliness bleeding from her eyes

"My dance partner," she says,
"Is God's gift to me. Our song is played
By the lonely musicians of the world.
The best thing about this, I'll admit,
Is the fact that they won't forget me.