My Only One
Paint Yourself A Picture
The first time I ever saw Catie
was the first day of eighth grade,
in choir.
She was beautiful,
but not society beautiful-
she was pale, slim, tall,
with big dark eyes sparkling with intelligence
and dark hair swinging just past her shoulders.
She moved with an easy grace,
confidence and insecurity combining to form something I'd never seen before.
When I heard her singing that first day,
I just knew she was something special.
After choir in first hour we had math together in fourth hour,
just before lunch.
We gathered a small group of friends in the back corner of the room-
Catie, Mark, Luce and I.
Catie was the glue who brought us together-
I was outcast,
Mark was new, and not the kind of boy I usually hung out with,
and Luce was society's princess- tall and fair.
was the first day of eighth grade,
in choir.
She was beautiful,
but not society beautiful-
she was pale, slim, tall,
with big dark eyes sparkling with intelligence
and dark hair swinging just past her shoulders.
She moved with an easy grace,
confidence and insecurity combining to form something I'd never seen before.
When I heard her singing that first day,
I just knew she was something special.
After choir in first hour we had math together in fourth hour,
just before lunch.
We gathered a small group of friends in the back corner of the room-
Catie, Mark, Luce and I.
Catie was the glue who brought us together-
I was outcast,
Mark was new, and not the kind of boy I usually hung out with,
and Luce was society's princess- tall and fair.