I met a girl in a shop once, and her name was Sarah Lee.
Her eyes were very sad but her smile was broad, and when I got close enough to catch the smell of her hair hiding bruises on her shoulder, it was jasmine and long.
Sarah Lee had a bag she loved dearly, strapped over her shoulder with ease
carrying books and great loves and memories,
while my hands in my pockets held none.

I met a boy in a hall once with a name like Tyler, who grinned a great grin and had eyes that shone.
He bounded across floors and hopped up stairs, and must've had a wagging tail I couldn't see.
But after a long while, the boy's eyes grew dark, and his smile only came with the rain.
Dark thoughts consumed him, and future hardships plagued him, and it seemed like he liked his pain.

A long while ago, I met myself in a mirror, and my cheeks were red and my eyes were caverns of sallow.
My skin was too pale, and my body too wide,
but my eyes held the promise to laugh.
My thanks were given daily, but my heart thrown quite often.
I knew not what stabbed my thoughts.
But remembering sad eyes, and slowly dwindling smiles
can make anyone feel glad they're still fighting.