The Blonde Girl

There once was a girl

Who gave herself a name

Different to her own

And dyed her brown hair

Blonde

And said it was her natural colour.


She lived in a flat

Far away from home

And though she paid the rent

On the first day

Of every month

She never felt it was her own.


There was a forest

Near the home that wasn't hers

Sprawled across a valley

Though she never said it

And rarely thought it

She longed to get lost in it someday.


But she didn't

She got lost in nine to five

She was a waitress

Earned the most from tips

From men who liked her attitude

And her long blonde hair.


Lovers were sparse

But never unpleasant

And she thought about revealing

Something more

Than the superficial

But always changed her mind in the morning.


And she never had regrets

Even when a yellow cab

With a sleeping driver

Sent her up into the air

And she took one last look

At the unfamiliar sky above her.


And though a few people

From the town she never lived in

Said it was a tragedy

It was maybe for the best

Because her dark roots

Had just begun to show.