This girl I knew.

There was this girl I knew,
Her hair all curly and strewn.

On these grounds, she was far from new,
as we all noticed her eyes of such vibrant hue.

Yet to her there was a quiet mien,
one that could never be screened.
Expressions of such silent themes,
to us it might be impossible it seems.

She always had a doll in her hands,
it's hair she could plaid in a matter of ten.

Although she would roam the street weeks on end,
No one ever knew from where she went?

Perhaps, she lived in a place beyond our land,
and left for it only when we were sleeping in our dens.

We could poke,
but she never spoke,
leaving us alone in her mysterious code.


Then one day, she caught me by surprise,
on a quiet street where people seldom come by.

Standing in front of me and staring with wide eyes.
Her lips crinkled to form an " I ..."

Just as she was about to say ...
A car honked and took my attention away.

I turned back around,
and she was gone, i found.
But there on the ground,
was the doll she guarded like a hound.

I picked it up off the floor,
And saw a tag I never noticed before.

It read, " Return to 14 Guilmard way, if ever lost" ,
And my blood curled for that was my address that was embossed!