Why is she so different from the rest.

So softly her curls,
as you caress them
with one single touch.
Her yearning makes you sad,
for you must go alone.
and leave her,
crying in the night.
Knowing that this blossom is dying,
without your lifefluid, your soul.

And in your mind’s eye, you see her
smile,
Her naked body in the mirror,
on top of you, you make her scream.
And laying here beside you,
in innocence she returns,
away from all the nightmares.
To you, those are the rules of
an average day,
to her it is only hell.
‘cause she is different from the
rest..

And that is the reason why, she
captured your soul,
and held you tight,
But still you do not understand.

Outside there is no light,
that shines as bright, as curly hair
dances,
And people are everywhere the same.

Up in the skies the angels are
weeping,
for curly hair’s spirit, and a broken
girl’s dream
and even you do know,
that she left this world, after your
goodbye.
You keep on walking,
and you try to forget,
As curly hair wept,and sat at your
feet,
why is she so different from the
rest.