Long Nights Filled by Short Lives

I watched the evening ruin itself from my bedroom window.
The moon hangs so low this time of year, but my fingertips have yet to touch it.
She appeared on the sidewalk like snowflakes.
Her eyes sparkling like a diamond filled ocean.
Just a pretty face without a name.
She sat in the rain and let the drops wash off all the words she wished she could of said.
I'm such a sucker for the angry ones she whispered, and stared blankly at the headlights coming straight for her.
There are moments in our lives where the obvious sits on our tongues like plaque.
Are you too afraid to speak up?
Hey there kiddo, you're just too young.