she stood there in her red skirt,
under the tree, hiding,
even though her freckles would blush, i could see them hurt,
her hands seemed lonely, no rings.
she stood there in her black shirt,
under an umbrella, hiding once again,
she'd stay still but in her eyes I'd see no comfort.
her mouth shut, no complaints.
she sat down in her purple hoodie,
on the bench,
but she seemed so lonely,
she breathes oh so slowly~ now that i see her closely she seems French.
today it was a pink crop top
pacing back and forth in anxiety,
her hair in a messy bun, she looked hot.
she was waiting for someone and it wasn't me.
baby blue shorts, she looked pretty, she looked too nice,
no emotion was shown, the world seemed awful...
she then screamed and cried,
this was the first time I've seen her this beautiful.
