Her eyes are cried out,
And her arms feel broken,
She only feels what have been taken from her,
Her words and thoughts,
Scramble through her mind,
As if they were spoken,
But not yet said..
She has this heart,
This heart that bleeds,
Which will stop bleeding,
When its bandaged.
It was bruised, and weak,
It couldn't pump nomore,
Not even one single beat,
Which she remembered played his favorite song...
She has this touch,
This very secret touch,
Which she only touches,
A person that will touch her back...
She has this love,
This very strong love,
That will never be shown to anyone,
And will stay hidden...
She feels scared,
And all alone,
Like nobody's here, and there for her...
She can't hardly speak,
But only mumbles words,
Because she feels the need to show,
Actions speak louder than words...
She's hurt,
And she needs help,
Not with her life,
But the guy she wants back,
Who made her
This way...
What will she do?...
How can it be the only way to stop the pain is the one who caused it?
She's so desperate,
So helpless,
In need of a 2nd chance,
A need for him,
To be that bandaged
On her heart...
