* The Girl who was a redhead

There was once a girl who was a redhead

Nice and Beautiful was she, many said

She was humble and kind like what everyone said

I agreed with what everyone said

I tried to talk and try to say Hi

but she never looked nor did she reply

as she walked slowly with a silent sigh

I never thought i'd almost cry

This was because of what my past has done

It was like dodging a bullet from a gun

or not eating that last sandwich bun

nor was it like watching the athletic robots run in the pan-cryogenic surfaces of the sun

Obviously she knew something about me

something about love and things that would make us all happy

she never wanted to harm anyone including me

So started the story of my invisibility

I'd rather remember the good day of enjoying life

no thoughts of malice nor of hate and strife

I'll still be her friend even when she becomes another man's wife

and seeing her free and livin good and the great life

She might have considered me as an enemy

I'd rather think good thoughts from my land of fantasy

I may not be her friend but i'll keep her memory

A story of friendship without malice or category