How could you know?
You had to stay away, didn’t want to get burned
By the girl of flames.
But, how could you know?
That she tried to change, change for you,
the flickering girl.
And, how could you know?
know that she was already so broken, so blue,
blazing, beautiful, bright.
Well, you couldn’t have known.
It would take so long, so long to fix her,
she’ll rise from the ashes.
But you couldn’t have known.
About the deep scars that line her skin,
the girl who burns.
And you couldn’t have known.
How the tears have shattered her smile, her eyes,
don’t let her fade away.
You couldn’t have known.
1 comment
Well versed, milady.
That’s a terrible problem with most people….The fear of honesty.
Be the Pheonix, girl. It’s your right to live.