She could have easily been looked over,if she had been walking any road or street. She wouldn't catch much attention with that dirty dyed carmel hair of her's that would make any ass think she's trying to hard to act white. Or the daring low cut shirts she would wear. How could she have been noticed when you could plainly see that nervous personality she carried around with not pride but of because that's how she grew up. Why waste the time to catch a glimpse of her looking straight at you, with not a s*** clue what the hell she's thinking cause she's the lock that opens the book of her mind. How could you dare make her feel appreciated when you're too messed up in your head trying not to let down your guard. What made you give in when she made you all fuzzy inside when she gave you one of those damn smiles she always had to offer. What you don't want to admit is that she changed your whole perspective of the already little world you live in. How could she manage to turn everything serious into explosions of excitement that made you never want to leave her side. Why was it that she never made herself approachable, that you would come crawling down on you're knees to worship her. And what ever kind of person would she be that it was the little innocent herself that strides right up to me and asked me a single question that changed the course of history. I think you would have liked her. I can't tell you that's she's gone now, but hidden in the shadow somewhere, deep in the darkness she fled, I know someday she'll return to the light where she was always meant to be, and then there she'll stay.