She walked threw the door brunette hair flowing with a smile that angels had created, so I sit here and wonder why I didn't love her instead. I gave my heart to the one person who would never claim it. The one person who got rid everything she hated and replaced it with everything she could stand. The one person that would look at anything and scoff in disgust and walk hand in hand with the person she loved, the person whose heart she'd always claim as hers, and hers only. The person who everyone knew about, but stayed away from. Torn music sheets were scattered across the floor in every room I placed my foot in, her name at the top, middle, and bottom; each song hand written with her in mind. She spent her time with him arguing one minute and "talking it out" the rest. The beautiful brunette took concern in my pain and was there every minute and egoistically I'd wished that I could replace her for the one I was silently and secretly wanting instead. I took the brunette's hand in mine and pretended to love her; yet, my heart was breaking because of the wicked witch of the west.