"I have a past"
she said as he asked
he turned away
as if to say
"your complicated arent you?"
"maybe a little depressed too"
she felt his stare on her face
trying to find words she'd misplaced
why bother? he would not understand
the world of troubles she held in hand
the burden of growing up in a day
was catching up and in the way
tears rolled down the side of her face
her heart beating at a steady pace
he saw the pain in her eyes
watching her soul as it dies
her heart was broken, the pieces fell
she needed help, he could tell
he held her close to his heart
and picked up the pieces that fell apart.
