Staring Girl

I once knew a girl
who would just stand there and stare.
At anyone or anything,
she seemed not to care

She'd stare at the ground,


She'd stare at the sky.


She'd stare at you for hours,
and you'd never know why.

But after winning the local staring contest,

she finally gave her eyes
a well-deserved rest.

poema retirado do livro “The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories”, de Tim Burton (recomendado aqui).