Dirt Girl

I am not the girl whose hair is a halo and eyes the sky,

I am not the girl whose hair and eyes are as black as night,

I am not the girl whose hair is fire and eyes the forest,

No, I am the girl who hides in the shadows behind them,

Not wanting to be compared to their unearthly beauty,

My eyes are the color of the earth when bare,

My hair is the color of a tree when dead,

I am no beauty to behold,

The others tempt you away while I watch,

No one wants the girl of dirt,

No one wants the girl who hides,

So I sit and watch,

Pretending not to care, but deep down,

Deep, Deep Down I Do,

Each time the others take you away,

I feel like they are tearing my heart out,

My soul is crying, but my eyes are dry,

The only one who could heal me,

Is walking away with a girl,

Whose skin is of the moon and hair of the sun,

So I sit there becoming one with the ground,

In my place is a tree,

Whose leaves are not as green as grass,

But as brown as the earth bare,

And the boy came to look at it,

He cryed for the dirt girl to return to him,

But it was too late,

She was always there so he took her for granted,

But now that she was gone he realized,

I LOVE HER,

Too bad her soul is dead,

So he took a knife and craved her name,

In her flesh with his name,

The knife soaked in his blood.

Together Forever.

-BOOKGEEK-