The Girl
The Girl


When he saw her for the first time
She was clumsy and ill dressed
He thought what kind of a girl is she
Who walked faster than the rest
When he saw her the next day
He noticed her pale face
There is something more to her he thought
A strange one who carried a case
As days progressed, he got more obsessed
With this creature who didn't care
He would hide behind the doors and walls
And pretend he didn't stare
Her laugh was real, her eyes they talked
She could dance and clap and sing
She was free, she was happy
She was living a life
Without caring about a thing