Fourth Period: Art
d) Brush
There was a girl
That he once knew
From the past
When time was new
A girl he loved
With hair of gold
A voice so sweet
A name untold
She called to him
From dreams of grace
Body enveloped
Shadows on face
But he turned from her
Ignored her cry
Brushed her aside
Said goodbye
Another had come
Burst into his heart
Whipped cream and milkshakes
Right from the start
And one day he'd give her
Everything and more
If he could just expel the
Princess from before.