The wind blows her hair back from her face
She stands tall
The wind makes her hair seem alive
And a smile crosses her pale face
As a tear glistens on her cheek
She looks back at me with sad eyes
But the bright smile that the sun bounces off of is still in place
She is beautiful in a sad unknowing way
The wind presses her dress against her body
Outlining the beauty that is hidden with baggy clothes
She’s everything i want to be
And everything I’m not
But how many times have people told me that the girl i see
Is no one else but me..
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