…the day was dusty she came in white…
…born a towhead she wore her hair long…
…she liked her hair red it kept her warm…
…tears of an unloved vegetable…
…half of me will always be with you…
…green is the color of growth… she dipped her hands just to make sure…
…edgy she held herself apart but not on purpose…
…no matter how she tried she always came up short…
…even though beauty abounds – she never let anyone close…