the type of girl who walks around with grass in her hair
and the type of boy to stare

he asked why
and she says why not

he looks at her with sad green eyes
and she explains how she wants to be mother earth

again, he asks why
and she replies with grass is beautiful

the next day he tries to find her
and she's laying in a field of grass

her arms and legs are covered in scars and blood
he doesn't know what to do but stare

she wrote a note
and he decides to read it

*To the boy i met yesterday,
i loved grass so much i decided to die in a field of it

don't think about me too much.
From, the girl who loved grass