Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Unspoken

You don't know her.
You think you do.
You don't know how her mind
Runs things through and through

You don't know her.
You think you do.
You don't know the darkness
that stands before you.

You don't know her.
You think you do.
All the things she's been through
You have no clue.

You don't know her.
You think you do.
The things she wishes she could say
The things she wishes she could do.

You don't know her.
You think you do.
You don't know her fears
Her fears of being with you.

You don't know her.
You think you do.
She wishes that someday
She'd be seen as good enough too.