she ran her fingers through his hair
her touch so soft, her skin so fair
her loving grace chills the spine
her eyes gaze not into mine
though her beauty is plainly seen
her soul is dark, her ego green
her hair, blood red, fell in her face
her eyes, ice green, scanned for her place
she laughed a sound pleasant to hear
and tucked her bloodlocks behind her ear
she picked her bag up from the floor
and exited the classroom door
now an enemy, though once a friend
but her love for me has come to an end
