The Girl with Pink Hair

There’s a girl

You don’t know her 

Her hair is pink as a rose

Eyes as big as two cherries 

Always dressed in black from her shoulder to her toes

You might see her 

While your out walking one day

But don’t ever touch her

Because she might just run away

Butterflies seem to follow wherever she goes 

And her voice is like a quiet lullaby you had once known

She’ll speak to you of flowers, cats, and of October 

But why this beauty walks alone 

I’ll forever still wonder