I saw a girl walking by with friends on each side,
laughing at all the little things that applied.
Her eyes blue like the ocean, shining with emotion.
I couldent help but stand and stare,
hoping one day for a love affair.
This was January
I saw a girl on the 14th standing by her locker,
where she got a letter from a guy who played soccer.
Words filled with lies of love, ''My valentine'' signed above.
Looking down at my own valentine letter,
written to the girl I knew deserved better.
This was February
I saw a girl with the guy whose words were lies,
saying his love for her was not limited by the skies.
They both skipped class, leaving to makeout in the grass.
Thinking she was the only one he would ever adore,
not knowing there has been plenty girls before.
This was March
I saw a girl sitting alone drowned by tears,
finding out her true love always had affairs.
Questioning what was true, denying what she already knew.
When she asked her love if he was a cheat,
her love left her for another within a heartbeat.
This was April
I saw a girl sitting away from everone she knew.
Wishing everthing was back as it used to.
She was always wearing a sweater, hoping some day it gets better.
Everyone thinking it was about the love who cheated,
when she hid it was all about the father who beated.
This was May
I saw a girl with makeup covering her face,
hoping foundation would help erase.
Not wanting anyone to see, what person she wanted to be.
Using the best of masks and fake smiles,
leaving all her feelings in hidden piles.
This was June
I saw a girl who never coughed when she smoked,
leaving behind any love she had ever hoped.
Saying not to fright, smiling it's just Marlboro Light
Hoping for a chance at the disaster,
knowing smoking kills faster.
This was July
I saw a girl who kissed all the guys,
that never cared about her empty eyes.
It made it easier to be, when they didnt try to see.
Standing from a distance only wanting to tell,
I see right through her hardest shell.
This was August
I saw a girl who never looked up from her feet,
for some guys just saw her as a piece of meat.
Using force to get her to the dirt, lifting up her floral skirt.
Ignoring all her mercy begging cries.
they said to everyone all she told were lies.
This was September
I saw a girl with cuts on her arms,
saying it wasent herself who harms.
At night as she begs, never again to harm her legs.
Wanting to go up to her and say,
it will all be okay again some day.
This was October
I missed seeing that girl at school,
who tried to hold everyone as a fool.
In my locker a letter I find, from a girl it is signed.
Asking if I thought she was pretty,
before leaving to a forbidden city.
This was November
I see a girl who's breaking apart,
only looking for a fresh start.
Her eyes deep like the ocean, empty from emotion.
Behind the comfort of a locked door,
bleeding from each wrist on the bathroom floor.
This is December
