She walks the halls to class every day not knowing she catches my glance that girl with the colored hair
Tall, quirky, and nice with a little sass and spice the girl with the colored hair
She is no back road bodied girl nor a plank of wood though I would love her in any shape the girl with the colored hair
When she talks the stares in her eyes could out shine the brightest lights except
And her smile is so powerful that it could beat chuck Norris in a fist fight
She is so smart that every question the teacher asks she gets right the amazing girl with the colored hair
I would love to be the Alfred to her batman, the satin to her god, the notes to her music staff, the strings to her guitar, the color to her hair but alas there is another
The other is not good to her they boss her around push her down.
They tears her down and tells her she is stupid
They constantly hate on things she loves and decides what's good for her
I fear that one day they will finally put out those stars in her eyes
And unplug that powerful smile
That she'll believe that she is stupid and finally take the color out of her hair
But the worst part about it is I am powerless and can onlysit their and watch as my queen of confidence dies of the plague of hate
I guess this is the end of my amazing, talented, beautiful, intelligent, kind, sweet, artistic, height advantaged, loud but graceful girl with the colored hair.
