• She's the tortued soul,
    That's life is a big hole.

    She awaits on him,
    With the scars on her limbs.

    Her life full of dred,
    She secretly wants to be dead.

    To know one she tells her thoughts,
    The one with no real hearts.

    She lives in her broken home,
    Trapped in it like a dome.

    She's the one you never think of,
    She thinks she's never loved.

    Heartbreak is all that she knows,
    But my care for her is a never ending flow.


    Dedicated to a dear freind........