she was a girl

she was a girl
a mellow sort of innocence
with darting eyes and hidden ambles
to catalogue the unaware off guard
to wonder

she was a girl
who tiptoed through the alleyways
to gaze upon the garbage spilled
the overflowing stomachs filled
the children starving

she was walking slowly down the road
of hidden dreams

she was a part of me
a part of my dying

she was a girl
a touch of beauty fleeting by
to catch the world and watch it cry
she pouts, and then she wonders why
so do i