Poor, sweet trapped beauty.
Kind, loving so truely.
But trapped inside by the walls of shame,
Like a rose trapped in thorns, feeling nothing but pain..
Waiting for some kind of light,
But all she sees is hurt and spite.
Freedom is all she asks for,
She's tired of feeling like a useless *****...
Used and abused she waits for love,
All she gets is made a fool of..
He watches her without her knowing,
Watching, unblinking, his love for her growing.
But he can't find it in himself to tell her what's real,
He's so afraid of how she might feel..
Oh, how she wishes he would admit it,
Every time he walks by without saying anything she thinks she'll have a fit.
Her innocent heart, battered and bruised,
Waits oh so patiently for him to choose.
He takes a deep breath and walks to her door,
This is it, what he's been waiting for.
He was going to tell her just how much he loved her,
Falling more in love with her, further and further..
He knocks slowly and the door opens on it's own,
He steps into small, battered home.
Walking in further he hears a sound,
Not far away, so he turned around.
Slowly he opened the other door,
and saw her on the floor..
And laying next to her was a not that said in red quite truely,
"Why didn't you speak up to your poor Trapped Beauty..?"..
