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..