That girl, she sits and she writes
That's all she seems to do, never looking up, for if she did her face will fill you with gloom
That girl, her short hair, she must be different, never the same, she has that talent that always finds its way, they think she is strange, but funny, she is full of life, but the sadness doesn't show
That girl, she has thick glasses that hide her face, she sits with those people who love to think, they call her a nerd, a geek, these labels never seem to change her
That girl, that boy, their minds filled with labels, names, fake identities, it is until you meet that girl, that she will no longer be that girl but, your friend.
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That Girl
PoetryThat Girl is about stereo types, and I just thought that it would be interesting to make a poem. Poems show a new life with in stories. They add a thousand questions to the reader's mind. Those questions then turn to knowledge, making a thought soon...
