For Faith


A girl I once met,

Never liked her life,

And so she told her story,

With the help of a knife.


She didn’t want to eat much,

And dyed her hair a new color every day,

Trying to think of something worthy,

That made her want to stay.


She set a date one morning,

And said she would follow through,

“But that was,

Before I ever met you.”


She said I made an impact,

But I don’t want to think that way,

All I did was tell her,

What no one else thought to say.


I still will see her sometimes,

Pink hair and rock-band jewelry,

And she is so unique she is the one,

Who made an impact on me.






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