Erm... Eighth grade crap IX.

Oh wow... I almost regret looking through my old writing and stuff. It's so bad! :(

Be Kind to Me

Girl
Sitting on the street corner
Snow softly falling down
She doesn't stir

Boy
Walking down the sidewalk
Sees the girl, sitting in the cold
And he stops to look

Girl
Feels his presence
Looks up to meet his eyes
And his discerning gaze
He sighs and leaves.

Boy
Heading to his home
In the morning hours; no one is there
Girl is, though

Girl
Tears roll down her cheeks
Wishing that Boy would come back
And offer her his hand

Boy
Is across the street now
In front of his apartment
Ready to ignore her
But she captures him; He can't tear himself away.

Girl
Knows that Boy is coming
Knows something
That only she can believe

Boy
Talks to Girl
Asks her if she has a home
Why she's always here

Girl
Replies softly
She has the alley
But it's nicer out here

Boy
Looks away
But can't stay there for long
And returns his stare to hers

Girl
Blushes wildly
Can't keep from smiling
And plays with the snow

Boy
Offers to take her out to eat
Says that he has nothing else to do
And that he has no one to do it with

Girl
Has never known real food
Has never known real love
Has never known happiness at all

They walk silently down the street, hand in hand.