i met a girl at the graveyard the moonlight was kissing her feet i wiped my tears and watched her stare at the dirt she didn't look mournful at all “resentful” is the word i would call at one point she started speaking or something i couldn't hear but watched her lips move then she got fed up and started walking towards me she was actually telling me to fuck off i couldn't even come up with such thought i said “sorry, i hadn't noticed you had noticed me” she was like “What is wrong with you...” i wish i had told her that i wanted to comfort her because i know no one did for me because i knew no one did for you. oh, couldn't tell her couldn't tell her she reminded me of the one who laid over there buried right over there she came again next week to my surprise i was gonna go but this time she was the one staring she asked why i come here everyday its to say hello to my sister “Then I can relate.” she sighed and i loathed “then you and me both” we talked for awhile she cried but i didn't ask why but i did ask for her name she said something like “I don’t have to tell you, so I won’t.” i just said “oh well i’m John” “uh, are you okay?” “It’s just nothing.” something’s off, but is that true i don't know if it's just me or if her too
