She likes to put her hair back in a ponytail
It's nice, the way she gels and brushes it back in one
I like the way her black as night hair gleams in the fiery sun
It's fierce, yet strangely relaxing to look at to me
The girl behind the ponytail is so much more
She's powerful and cocky
But least of all she's dorky
At least when I speak to her
She stares at me with kindness and warmth
She stares at her enemies with wrath-filled eyes that can turn anyone to ice
Her body's amazing
The way her bronze skin that quivers to my touch
Her small hands that fit perfectly in mine
I think I found a new friend
I don't know her name yet
But I know she's the girl with the ponytail.