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.