Her smiles become rare
As she seals up this silence
Lying in her soul
As the most precious touch
Would break her heart
Because she knows this touch is too good for her
To say i love you is priceless to you
But to her they mean the world
She loves to be in your presence
But she is uneasy
As she is not right there
Everything is better than her there
And under her sleeves is the proof
That she knows it.
Thats everything she writes in her book
Book of secrets
Of the truth
Of her and her many healed red scars lying upon her arms.
