Beautiful Loser

"That girl, that sat on the back of the class, her pitch black eyes that were so mysterious to me, sketchbook on one hand, ipod on other, those little things being her guidance on this cruel world. Lips red, as blood - her smile that lightened up my mood everytime I passed by her. Lonely walks in graveyards, as her petite figure was iluminated by one of the street lights, her only company being the deceased buried around her. Even though society didn't accept us as we were, She always kept a smile on her face. That was what kept me smiling, the fact she would always be by my side no matter what. My Beautiful Loser."