This girl seemed pretty rad,
Her hair flown into the night air,
She kept me from the tumbling sad,
Because she did actually care,
Her name pinned to my chest,
Her beauty shinning brightly into my eyes,
She had always given me her best,
Even when she gave a hundred tries,
I had finally seen her face,
Which had laid underneath her darkened smooth hair,
Her beauty not given into waste,
For she knitted her heart onto a tiny prayer,
She awaited her frightful answer,
Unknowing how her heart will fare,
So she became a knowing dancer,
Saying that her heart wasn't to be shared,
It pumped slowly within her skin,
Barely whispering her name,
She committed her own grieving sin,
And no one else was to blame.
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