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.