Beautiful in a different sort of way

She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way

In the way you had no idea

What was going on

Inside her head

She laughed, then cried

She smiled then yelled

No one knew what to do

Except a boy

This boy was strange, just like her

He wandered in the woods

And talked to the trees

They met one night and as he saw her, he thought

She is beautiful, but in a different sort of way.