The Crazy Girl

I closely watched her
from a distance
to scared to get to near
afraid that if I looked into her eyes
I'd witness the rebirth of a tear.

She looked distressed
but I viewed her as
a broken bottle of wine
a careless thought
was left unspoken
a tear with a different design.

She wandered the halls
through my darkest thoughts
crying about who she
could never be
broken masks told lies
about the girl who use to live free.

If I kissed her lips once
she'd come to realize
that love is the only thing
that never truly dies.

Her eyes remind me of hail clouds
her smile makes my eyes long
and still shes just a mysterious girl
who will never really belong.

And when all of her secrets start to unfurl, who will remember the cuts on the crazy girl?