dark hair, brown eyes,
She saw past all the lies,
higher and higher we get,
rain wouldn't even get us wet,
pills or joints. but whats the point,
I never reached her until she came to me,
calm and stormy behaviors just like the sea,
I finally spoke and her eyes awoke,
fear and love was in the smoke,
I asked about us and she was still,
realizing *it was my heart that she killed.
In 8th grade, I read a book for English class called, "Go Ask Alice" , It then became my favorite book of all time. That's where the title came from. As for the poem, I dunno..